понедельник, 04 января 2010
То, что имеет начало, имеет и конец. Очень подходящая для финала любовной истории песня.
Poets Of The Fall - Late Goodbye"In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes,
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies,
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by...
And we keep driving into the night,
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye...
Your breath hot upon my cheeck, and we crossed, that line,
You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by...
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye ...
Devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us,
Points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek,
I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak...
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye..."
нда. эпоха, наверное, такая. фатальная для людей определенного склада мышления и моровосприятия.