Текст песни John Coltrane - Lush Life
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I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life... From jazz and cocktails. The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distant gay traces That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away By too many through the day... Twelve o'clock tales. Then you came along with your siren of song To tempt me to madness! I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness Of a great love for me. Ah yes! I was wrong... Again, I was wrong. Life is lonely again, And only last year everything seemed so sure. Now life is awful again, A troughful of hearts could only be a bore. A week in Paris will ease the bite of it, All I care is to smile in spite of it. I'll forget you, I will While yet you are still burning inside my brain. Romance is mush, Stifling those who strive. I'll live a lush life in some small dive... And there I'll be, while I rot With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too.. Я имел обыкновение посещать все очень веселые места, которые Те будь что будет помещают, Где каждый расслабляется на оси колеса жизни, Чтобы привыкнуть к жизни... От джаза и коктейлей. Девушки, которых я знал, имели грустные и угрюмые серые лица С отдаленными веселыми следами, Которые имели обыкновение быть там, Вы могли видеть, где они были смыты слишком многими в течение дня... Двенадцатичасовые рассказы. Тогда Вы приходили с вашей сиреной песни, Чтобы соблазнить меня к безумию! Я думал некоторое время, что ваша острая улыбка была с оттенком печали большой любви ко мне. Ах да! Я был неправ... Снова, я был неправ. Жизнь одинока снова, И только в прошлом году все казалось настолько уверенным. Теперь жизнь ужасна снова, troughful сердец мог только быть переносить. Неделя в Париже ослабит укус этого, Все, что я забочусь, должен улыбнуться несмотря на это. Я забуду Вас, я буду, В то время как все же Вы все еще горите в моем мозге. Роман - месиво, Душа те, кто борется. Я буду жить пышной жизнью в некоторых маленьких, ныряют... И там я буду, в то время как я гнию С остальной частью тех, жизни которых одиноки, также.. Смотрите также:
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I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life ...
From jazz and cocktails.
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distant gay traces
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day ...
Twelve o'clock tales.
Then you came along with your siren of song
To tempt me to madness!
I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me.
Ah yes! I was wrong ...
Again,
I was wrong.
Life is lonely again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it,
All I care is to smile in spite of it.
I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain.
Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive.
I'll live a lush life in some small dive ...
And there I'll be, while I rot
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too ..
I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what place , where everyone relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life , to get used to life ...
From jazz and cocktails.
Girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distant gay traces That used to be there, you could see where they were washed away by too many for the day ...
The noon stories.
Then you came with your siren song To tempt me to madness !
I thought for a while that your sharp smile was tinged with sadness great love for me .
Oh yeah ! I was wrong ...
Again, I was wrong.
Life is lonely again , And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again , troughful hearts could only be a transfer .
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it, All I care is to smile in spite of it . I will forget you, I will While yet you still burn in my brain .
Roman - mush Soul those who fight .
I'll live a lush life in some small dive ...
And I'll be there , while I was rotting With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too ..
