Текст песни The Boxer (with The Jessy Dixon Singers & Urubamba) (Live) - Paul Simon

And I am just a poor boy
Though my story is seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, mhmmmm, mmmm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin′ scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

La la la

Seeking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there mhmmmm, mmmm

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin′ evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be, but that's not unusual
No it isn′t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

Sing la la la

Then I′m laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York city winters aren′t bleedin' me
Leadin′ me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains

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