Текст песни Bryan Adams - Flower grown wild
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She was the girl in the very front row Always waitin' after the show She was the queen of the hollywood hills Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills Somebody's climbin' on a greyhound tonight Too much lipstick and her dress real tight Looks like a woman but she ain't quite No, not quite She's somebody's baby She's somebody's mother's child She may look like a lady But she's just a flower grown wild They never knew you by your childhood name But they were drawn to you like moths to a flame Nobody saw the tears in your silk n' lace Or the scarred little kid behind your face Just remember when you hold her tight What you're holding in your arms tonight She's no angel, but that's alright Ya that's alright She's somebody's baby She's somebody's mother's child She may look like a lady But she's just a flower grown wild Just another little pretty thing Another angel with a broken wing Who fell to earth 'neath the hollywood hills Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills Just like the girl on the movie screen She played it up until the very last scene The picture faded and the day was done Went home to nothin but a loaded gun Somebody's climbing on a greyhound tonight A little angel flyin' out of sight Looks like a woman but she ain't quite No, not quite Она была девушкой в первом ряду, Всегда ждала после концерта. Она была королевой голливудских холмов, Знала звезд, бары, сутенеров и таблетки. Кто-то пролез в автобус 1 этой ночью... Слишком много помады и очень узкое платье, Она выглядит, как женщина, но она еще не женщина, Нет, еще не... Она чья-то дочь, Она чей-то ребенок. Она может выглядеть, как леди, Но она просто дикий цветок... Они никогда не знали твоего детского прозвища, Но их тянуло к тебе, как мотыльков на пламя. Никто не видел твоих слез за шелками и кружевами, Как и маленького напуганного ребенка в твоем лице. Когда ты крепко обнимаешь ее, не забывай о том, Кто находится в твоих объятиях в эту ночь. Она не ангел, но это нормально, Да, это нормально! Она чья-то дочь, Она чей-то ребенок. Она может выглядеть, как леди, Но она просто дикий цветок... Всего лишь еще одна хорошенькая малышка, Еще один ангел со сломанными крыльями, Павший на землю голливудских холмов Среди звезд и баров, сутенеров и таблеток... Всего лишь девочка на большом экране, Она отыграла все вплоть до самой последней сцены. Картина завершена, день подошел к концу. Она пошла домой, где ее ждал один лишь заряженный пистолет2 ... Кто-то пролез в автобус этой ночью, Маленький ангел, что упорхнул из виду. Она выглядит, как женщина, но она еще не женщина, Нет, еще не... Смотрите также:
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She was the girl in the very front row
Always waitin 'after the show
She was the queen of the hollywood hills
Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills
Somebody's climbin 'on a grayhound tonight
Too much lipstick and her dress real tight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
They never knew you by your childhood name
But they were drawn to you like moths to a flame
Nobody saw the tears in your silk n 'lace
Or the scarred little kid behind your face
Just remember when you hold her tight
What you're holding in your arms tonight
She's no angel, but that's alright
Ya that's alright
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
Just another little pretty thing
Another angel with a broken wing
Who fell to earth 'neath the hollywood hills
Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills
Just like the girl on the movie screen
She played it up until the very last scene
The picture faded and the day was done
Went home to nothin but a loaded gun
Somebody's climbing on a grayhound tonight
A little angel flyin 'out of sight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite
She was a girl in the front row
Always waited after the concert.
She was the queen of Hollywood Hills,
Knew stars, bars, pimps and pills.
Someone climbed onto Bus 1 tonight ...
Too much lipstick and a very narrow dress,
She looks like a woman, but she’s not a woman yet,
No, not yet ...
She's someone's daughter
She's someone's baby.
She may look like a lady
But she's just a wild flower ...
They never knew your childhood nickname
But they were drawn to you, like moths to a flame.
No one saw your tears behind silk and lace
Like a little scared baby in your face.
When you hold her tight, don’t forget about
Who is in your arms tonight.
She's not an angel, but it's alright
Yes, it is normal!
She's someone's daughter
She's someone's baby.
She may look like a lady
But she's just a wild flower ...
Just another pretty baby
Another angel with broken wings
Fallen to the Land of Hollywood Hills
Among the stars and bars, pimps and pills ...
Just a girl on the big screen
She played all the way to the very last scene.
The picture is completed, the day has come to an end.
She went home, where only a loaded pistol was waiting for her2 ...
Someone climbed into the bus tonight
The little angel that flew out of sight.
She looks like a woman, but she’s not a woman yet,
No, not yet ...
