"Настоящая поэзия ничего не говорит, она только указывает возможности"
At first flash of Eden we raced down to the sea,
Standing there on freedom's shore.
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun.
Can't you feel it, now that Spring has come;
That it's time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear my song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong.
This is the strangest life I've ever known.
Yeah!
Watch out!
Can't you feel it, now that spring has come,
That it's time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun.
"Настоящая поэзия ничего не говорит, она только указывает возможности"