Fordítás: Nico. Chelsea Girls.
: Now that it's time Now that the hour hand has landed at the end Now that it's real Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend I want to know
: Don't call me home, little sister Before the night is done My love and I are fleeing Running into the sun. Turn to fly, go away Little bird, please
: The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings. The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin Is diseased
: It was a pleasure then Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the Sunday people Were so quiet in the dark Afraid to be
: Love and learn Take your turn Somewhere there's a feather Falling slowly from the sky You need not know the reason why. Stand apart Hear your heart
died sold him for silk Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls
: I've been out walking I don't do too much talking These days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And
: I've lost a friend And I don't know why But never again Will we get together to die. And why after every last shot Was there always another ? Why after
: You will search, babe, at any cost, But how long, babe, can you search for what's not lost ? Everybody will help you, Some people are very kind. But
: Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle and Across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortunes Speak not of your woes
I've been out walking I don't do too much talking These days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And all
It was a pleasure then Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the Sunday people Were so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better
Love and learn Take your turn Somewhere there's a feather Falling slowly from the sky You need not know the reason why. Stand apart Hear your heart
You will search, babe, at any cost, But how long, babe, can you search for what's not lost ? Everybody will help you, Some people are very kind. But
I've lost a friend And I don't know why But never again Will we get together to die. And why after every last shot Was there always another ? Why after
The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings. The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin Is diseased with
