The Son And The Father

I was walking down that road, to the place that was my home,
And the memories of a life go on forever,
Here's the village, here's the sea and here's the place where it began,
When I found myself in the arms of Lady Madonna,
And then I listen for those footsteps, coming down the hall,
A father to his young boy, who was hurting from a fall,
You must have heard me crying, you must have dried my tears,
But you know, I just can't remember, just can't remember,
The son and the father, the son and the father;

Now I'm walking with my boy through the place that is our home,
And the memories of his life are growing forever,
And I'm looking through his eyes at all the wonders of the world,
Then hand in hand we will make this journey together,
And we will talk of men and pirates, and heroes in the dark,
I will tell him of the hungers and the mysteries of the heart,
And I will always hear you crying, I will always dry your tears;

And I pray you'll always remember, always forever,
The son and the father, the son and the father,
The son and the father, the son and the father.

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[Chorus:] Do you think of me the way I think about you And all the times you say the words 'I love you' But you treat me like anything When you should treat me

Їхала шляхом червона фiра Їхала, скакала туди, де лiпша жизнь Шальона чортопхайка перла собi, перла Фiрман у кашкетi свято вiрив в комунiзм Приспів: Їхала шляхом Червона фiра Їхала шляхом Червона фiра Ату його! Заїхали в болото Конi встали, не йдуть,

When I think about all the love and fun that we used to have There's no doubt that I do miss your touch And all the good times and the bad But I,

Холоди на землю впали, холоди Молодий сумує місяць, молодий Він свою шукає зірку, Мон амур, зітхає гірко А у місті тисячі доріг І всюди сніг, всюди сніг Холоди замкнули брами, холоди Може мідний гріш, а може золотий Хтось

Чтоб в страшной пустоте мое осталось тело Чтобы в последний раз душа моя горела Земным безсилием, летя в рассветной мгле И дикой жалости, доставленной из вне За поэта! Да, красавчик! А вот тема, вот еще,