Текст: Suzanne Vega. Sessions At West 54th. Cracking.

It's a one time thing
It just happens a lot
Walk with me and we will see
What we have got

My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping from a tree
Walking a hairline
And stepping very carefully

My heart is broken
It's worn out at the knees
Hearing muffled, seeing blind
Soon it will hit the deep freeze

And something is cracking
I don't know where
Ice on the sidewalk
Brittle branches in the air

The sun is blinding
Dizzy golden, dancing green
Through the park in the afternoon
Wondering where the hell I have been?