Текст песни Башня Rowan - Очередное незавоевание Манхэттена

Am
September is September. And the shroud
             c
continuous rain has covered the way,
          D
through the wasteland leading to
         F
half-built perspective.
           Am
And dimly glow in the night
            C
those windows where they do not sleep yet.
           D
Not so many of them, by no means,
               F
standard overcast set.

          Am
How lonely, what is it
         C
right at this hour.
            D
Broken drops on glass
            F
fragments are produced. Quiet noise,
        Am
blunt rag
             C
on the roofs of standard dwellings
            D
Droplets and falls now
            F Am
and forever, and what, would not it be?

And I wanted to take Manhattan,
with a fervor, with fervor, at random,
with one shoulder movement,
on the application of
to these special costs,
and after driving on a horse
and, with a bitter mind,
solve with half a dozen others

high-quality problems,
as well as happiness in his personal life
and at least twelve
foreign languages.
Do not need extra. Though
acknowledgment of all my merits,
in general, a whole new world,
and even you can without skates.

And no good thought,
that, perhaps, this flat
Do not buy wallpapers,
and all thoughts zazpya -
master the music
tools, to become a star
and to take Manhattan
in the first days of December ...

Now it's the same rain. And I'm sitting
in its type.
You're out there somewhere. I'm here somewhere.
Cold rain. Asphalt shines
under the faded light of the lamps,
as wet as he himself,
unconquered Manhattan
In the future, it's a pity ...