Текст песни




Lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the lights in a station bar
And traveling far and thin
Sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
Watching the shine of the shoes
Hearing the trial of the people there
Who's to care if they lose?
Take a look, you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
A sign of the times today
Hearing no bell from a steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
Changing a robe for a size too small
People all get hung
Take a look and see me coming through
For I am the parasite who travels two by two
When lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
I'm seeing the light in a station bar
Traveling far and thin
And I'm sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
Watching the shine of the shoes
Hearing the trials of the people there
Who's to care if they lose?
Take a look, you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
Take a look, you may see me in the dirt
For I'm the parasite who hangs from your skirt



Авторы: Nick Drake



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