Текст: Pogues, The. Bright Lights.

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The bright lights are calling me

The bright lights are calling me

When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road

The bright lights are calling me



As the world is round, the road is long

I've trouble on my mind

I'll just keep on moving

Until the day comes round

The wind a' blowing on my back

And my feet a' flying

Flying down the road

Where the bright lights shine



Monday's in a pigtown

Tuesday's in a truck

Wednesday's a field of mud

And Thursday's out of luck

Friday's rain clouds

Saturday flies by

Sunday comes shining

From a blue blue sky



The bright lights are calling me

The bright lights are calling me

When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road

The bright lights are calling me



Some towns are golden

Some towns are stained

Some towns are shadows

Fading in the rain

Some towns are rust

And some towns they gleam

Some towns are mad dogs

Some towns are a dream



The bright lights are calling me

The bright lights are calling me

When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road

The bright lights are calling me



Some dreams are hollow

Some dreams are cold

Some dreams are crazy

And some dreams are bold

Some dreams are bought

And other dreams are sold

Some dreams lie waiting

At the end of the road



The bright lights are calling me

The bright lights are calling me

When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road

The bright lights are calling me