Book of love in front of me
Tries to bite my chin;
Angel right behind my shoulder
Waits to do me in;
I wish I had a heart
To walk me like a dog -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,
Now they take me as their own;
Used to be a fisher-king
But now my cross is gone.
I wish I had some faith,
But all I do is talk -
And life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,
We could drive a coach;
Could be real New Age
With positive approach.
I wish I still could laugh,
I wish it was a joke -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
1 | Город золотой |
2 | Аквариум - Город Золотой (Асса) |
3 | Северный цвет |
4 | Cтаканы |
5 | Древнерусская Тоска |
6 | Маша и Медведь |
7 | Трамонтана |
8 | Поезд в огне |
9 | Брод |
10 | Не пей вина, Гертруда |