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John Lang

Пераклад: Джон Лэнг. Троль Эльф І Шут фаршаваныя.

Outside my window I can hear the radio And you know that Motor wagon is ready to fly 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Bye bye, tomorrow Jody's gone

The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before It always leads me here, leads me to your door The

Just about a year ago, I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen

Bob Dylan If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing

Seems like once upon a time ago I was where I was supposed to be My vision was true and my heart was too There was no end to what I could dream I walked

It's so easily to forgo, it's so hard to forget It's so hard for to realize that I'm not dead yet When everything that we wanted is beyond beyond And

As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the hit parade And I hummed along with the tune She