Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction
And everywhere is main street in the winter sun.
The wino sleeps --- cold coat lined with he money section.
Looking like a a record cover from 1971.
And here am I --- warm feet and a limo waiting.
Shall I make us both feel good? and would a dollar do?
But in your streets, I have no credit rating
And it might not take a lot to be alone just like you.
Heading up and out now, from your rock island.
Really good to have had you here with me.
And somewhere in the crowd I think I hear a young girl whisper
``are you ever lonely, just like me? ''
"Странные улицы"
Странные улицы, где теряешь всякое понятие о направлении.
Повсюду одна Мейн-стрит в лучах зимнего солнца.
Ветер дремлет - холодный берег с тянущимися по нему деловым районом.
Похоже на обложку диска 1971 года.
А вот и я - в теплой обуви, а рядом ждет машина.
Удастся ли мне сделать нас обоих счастливыми?
А смогут ли сделать это деньги?
Но на твоих улицах у меня нет кредита
И, может быть, мне потребуется не так уж много времени,
Чтобы стать таким одиноким, как ты.
А сейчас я отправляюсь прочь с твоего Скалистого острова.
Мне правда было очень хорошо здесь с тобой.
И мне кажется, где-то в толпе я слышу шепот девушки:
"Тебе всегда так же одиноко, как и мне?"
Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction
And everywhere is the main street in the winter sun.
The wino sleeps --- cold coat lined with he money section.
Looking like a record cover from 1971.
And here am I --- warm feet and a limo waiting.
Shall I make us both feel good? and would a dollar do?
But in your streets, I have no credit rating
It just might like it.
Heading up and out now, from your rock island.
Here you are with me.
I think a young girl whisper
`` you are ever lonely, just like me? ''
& quot; Strange streets & quot;
Strange streets where you lose all concept of direction.
Everywhere one Main Street in the rays of the winter sun.
The wind snoozes — a cold beach with a business district stretching along it.
Looks like a 1971 CD cover.
And here I am - in warm shoes, and a car is waiting nearby.
Will I make us both happy?
Can they make it money?
But I don’t have a loan on your streets.
And maybe I won't need much time
To become as lonely as you.
And now I'm going away from your Rocky Island.
I really was very good here with you.
And it seems to me, somewhere in the crowd, I hear the whisper of a girl:
& quot; Are you always as lonely as me? & quot;