InstaHit Crew - Song for Bob Dylan текст песни

Текст песни Song for Bob Dylan - InstaHit Crew




Hear this Robert Zimmerman, I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Some words are true for vengeance
That could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again
The same old painted lady from the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
A couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again
Gave your heart to every fancy room
At least a picture on the wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And you told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
Your paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising we'd rather be scared
To give a little love
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again
The same old painted lady from the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
A couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again
Hear this Robert Zimmerman, though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan if he'd gaze awhile down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems, so we're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity, give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee, don't leave us with their sanity
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again
The same old painted lady from the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
A couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again
A couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again



Авторы: David Bowie


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