Вершы: Barbara Dickson. Answer Me. My Man.

Tell me the truth, how do you feel?
Like you're rolling so fast that you're spinning your wheels
Don't feel too bad, you're not all alone
We're all trying to get along

With everybody else tying to go their way
You're bound to get tripped, but what can you say?
You just go along 'till they turn out the lights
There's nothing we can do to fight it

No man's got it made 'till he's far beyond the pain
And we who must remain go on living just the same

I once knew a man, a very talented guy
He sang for the people, and the people would cry
They knew that his song came from deep down inside
They could hear it in his voice, they could see it in his eyes

Well, he travelled alone
Touched your heart and then be gone
Like a flower he bloomed till that old
Hickory wind called him home

My man's got it made, he's gone far beyond the pain
And we who must remain go on living just the same

My man's got it made, he's gone far beyond the pain
And we who must remain go on living just the same
We who must remain go on laughing just the same