Текст песни Absent Friends (En directo) - Neil Hannon , Coque Malla

Absent friends,
Here′s to them And happy days We thought that
They would never end Here's to absent friends
Little Jean Seberg seemed So full of life But in
Those eyes such troubled dreams Poor little Jean
Woodbine Willie couldn′t rest until he'd
Given every bloke a final smoke before the killing
Old Woodbine Willie

Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean
But the great escape he tried to make was not to be
Maybe next time Steve

Laika flew through inky blue 'Til Laika neared the
Atmosphere and Laika knew Laika′s life was through

Oscar Wilde was a lonely child
He fought and won acceptance from the world
They smiled, they laughed, they praised
They drove poor Oscar to his grave

Absent friends, here′s to them
And happy days
We thought that they would never end
But they always end
Raise your glasses then to absent friends