Lyrics The Fruit is Ripe - Be a Rover

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Be a Rover
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Be a rover


Put your head on my new shoes
Take your bag and be a rover
That will chase away your blues
And your heartbreak years are over

Change your life, put on some style
Take your bag and be a rover
You will find out in a while
That your heartbreak years are over

Hit the road and you are free
Turn your face into the sunshine
Smell the breezes from the sea
Quit the race and you will feel fine

Hit the road and you are free
Turn your face into the sunshine
Smell the breezes from the sea
Quit the race and you will feel fine

Стань бродягой

Надень мою новую обувь.
Возьми свой рюкзак и стань бродягой.
Это прогонит прочь твою печаль
И твои тяжелые годы окончены.

Измени свою жизнь, найди какой-то стиль.
Возьми свой рюкзак и стань бродягой.
И ты поймешь вскоре,
Что твои тяжелые годы окончены.

Отправляйся в путь — и ты свободен.
Подставь свое лицо солнцу.
Вдохни запах ветерка с моря.
Прекрати гонку и ты почувствуешь себя прекрасно.

Отправляйся в путь — и ты свободен.
Подставь свое лицо солнцу.
Вдохни запах ветерка с моря.
Прекрати гонку и ты почувствуешь себя прекрасно.
Be a rover


Put your head on my new shoes
Take your bag and be a rover
That will chase away your blues
And your heartbreak years are over

Change your life, put on some style
Take your bag and be a rover
You will find out in a while
That your heartbreak years are over

Hit the road and you are free
Turn your face into the sunshine
Smell the breezes from the sea
Quit the race and you will feel fine

Hit the road and you are free
Turn your face into the sunshine
Smell the breezes from the sea
Quit the race and you will feel fine

Become a vagrant

Put on my new shoes.
Take your backpack and become a hobo.
It will chase away your sorrow
And your hard years are over.

Change your life, find some style.
Take your backpack and become a hobo.
And you will soon understand
That your hard years are over

Hit the road and you are free.
Submit your face to the sun.
Breathe in the scent of the breeze from the sea.
Stop the race and you will feel great.

Hit the road and you are free.
Submit your face to the sun.
Breathe in the scent of the breeze from the sea.
Stop the race and you will feel great.
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