***
Soldier of fortune
Солдат удачи
I have often told you stories
About the way,
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day.
When I'd take your hand and sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come, lay with me, love me
And I would surely stay
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old, when nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
he day is gone
when the angels come to stay,
And all the silent whispers
will be blown away
And lying in the corner
a pair of high heel shoes,
Hanging on the wall
gold and silver for the blues.
One too many wasted sunsets,
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show.
Someone is waiting behind
an unlocked door,
Grey circles overhead empties
on the floor.
The cracks in the walls have
grown too long.
The slow hand is dragging on
afraid to meet the dawn.
One too many wasted sunsets,
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show.
Другие статьи в литературном дневнике:
