Текст песни Green Song - Elvis Costello , Anne Sofie von Otter
                                                Fine 
                                                rain 
                                                was 
                                                falling 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                gravel 
                                                and 
                                                glades.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                last 
                                                rays 
                                                of 
                                                September 
                                                bejewelled 
                                                broken 
                                                blades.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                someone 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                long 
                                                for.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                where 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                been?
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                earth 
                                                lies 
                                                under 
                                                    a 
                                                covering 
                                                of 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                trip 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                city's 
                                                golden 
                                                gutters 
                                                and 
                                                kerbs?
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                seasons 
                                                grow 
                                                wild 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                undisturbed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Till 
                                                you 
                                                find 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                less 
                                                than 
                                                you've 
                                                been;
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                earth 
                                                lies 
                                                under 
                                                    a 
                                                covering 
                                                of 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                patience 
                                                exhausted?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                your 
                                                pockets 
                                                picked 
                                                clean?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                next 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                between.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                much 
                                                as 
                                                predicted,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                go 
                                                down 
                                                that 
                                                same 
                                                track.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                they'll 
                                                return
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                they 
                                                never 
                                                come 
                                                back.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fine 
                                                rain 
                                                was 
                                                falling 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                gravel 
                                                and 
                                                glades.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lest 
                                                rays 
                                                of 
                                                September 
                                                bejewelled 
                                                broken 
                                                blades.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                you 
                                                still 
                                                restless'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                are 
                                                you 
                                                serene?
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                earth 
                                                lies 
                                                under 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                covering 
                                                of 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 No Wonder
2 Baby Plays Around
3 Go Leave
4 Rope
5 Don't Talk (Put Your Head on My Shoulder)
6 Broken Bicycles / Junk
7 The Other Woman
8 Like an Angel Passing Through My Room
9 Green Song
10 April After All
11 You Still Believe in Me
12 I Want to Vanish
13 For No One
14 Shamed Into Love
15 Just a Curio
16 This House Is Empty Now
17 Take It With Me
18 For the Stars
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