Слова:
Barbara Dickson

Переклад: Барбара Діксон. Лиха.

I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are

Hush a bye, don't you cry, Go to sleepy little baby When you awake, you will have cake, And all the pretty little horses. Black and bay, dapple and gray

Give no reason for what you must be Change the season by smiling at me Cry the winter, laugh me the spring And I will sing And I will sing a song of

Answer me, oh my love, Just what sin have I been guilty of? Tell me how I came to lose your love? Please answer me, sweetheart You were mine yesterday

I got my feelings just like you, I got my problems like anyone else, But lately it seems, no one believes, Things will get better, before too long, you

Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do me no good to call The police - always come late

This day and age we're living in Gives cause for apprehension With speed and new invention And things like third dimension Though we get a trifle weary