© Elton John
When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your
friends to open
This boy's too young to be
singing the blues
Chorus:
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
Прощай, дорога, мощёная жёлтым кирпичом
Когда же ты наконец
Спустишься с небес на землю?
Не нужно мне было никуда с фермы уезжать,
Прав был мой старик.
Ты ведь и сама понимаешь что не сможешь
держать меня при себе вечно -
Я к тебе в слуги не нанимался.
Я не обновка, которой можно хвастать
перед своими друзьями…
Вот этот мальчишка ещё слишком
молод чтобы петь блюз.
Припев:
Так прощай же, дорога,
мощёная жёлтым кирпичом,
Где правят бал светские львы.
Тебе меня не приручить как собачку.
Я возвращаюсь к своему плугу.
Туда, где в лесу ухает старая сова,
Охотясь ночью на рогатых жаб.
Я наконец-то понял, что моё будущее
Ждёт меня вдали от дороги,
мощёной жёлтым кирпичом.
Чем ты будешь без меня заниматься?
Ты ведь не ожидала, что я могу бросить тебя?
Схожу, принесу тебе водки с тоником,
А то на тебе лица нет.
Ты сможешь подобрать мне замену -
Таких как я - навалом.
Безродных дворняжек,
Ищущих лакомые кусочки вроде тебя.
© Elton John
When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your
friends to open
This boy's too young to be
singing the blues
Chorus:
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plow
Back to the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
You do think
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
Goodbye, road, paved yellow brick
When did you finally
Come down from heaven to earth?
I didn't need to leave the farm anywhere,
My old man was right.
After all, you yourself understand that you can not
keep me with you forever -
I didn’t hire you as a servant.
I'm not new clothes, which can boast
in front of your friends ...
This boy is still too
young to sing the blues.
Chorus:
So farewell, dear,
paved with yellow bricks
Where secular lions rule the ball.
You do not tame me like a dog.
I return to my plow.
Where the old owl hovers in the woods
Hunting at night on horned toads.
I finally realized that my future
Waiting for me away from the road
cobblestone yellow brick.
What will you do without me?
You didn't expect me to leave you, did you?
I'll get you some vodka and tonic
And then you have no face.
You can pick me a replacement -
Like me - in bulk.
Rootless Mutts,
Looking for tidbits like you.