Billy
Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going).
Holds his head in disgrace (he can't escape the truth).
He knows the price that he's paid.
He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going).
He's got lines on his face (they tell the story of his pain).
He accepts it's his fate.
He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Once he was a lover sleeping with another.
Now he's just known as a cheat.
And he wish he'd had a mirror; looked a little clearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Билли уезжает сегодня
(и лучше не знать, куда).
Он с позором носит голову на плечах
(Он не в силах избежать правды).
Он знает цену, которую заплатил,
И понимает, что слишком поздно
Признаваться, что ему страшно...
Приходит завтрашний день -
Горечь становится его задушевным другом.
Но зло уже сделано -
Блудный сын опоздал.
Все двери заперты,
Только его память
Всегда открыта
Голосу прошлого,
О, Билли...
Билли уезжает сегодня
(и лучше не знать, куда).
На его лицо легли морщины
(Они расскажут о его боли).
Он смирился, это его судьба,
Он признаёт, что слишком долго
Не мог признать свою вину.
Приходит завтрашний день -
Горечь становится его задушевным другом.
Но зло уже сделано -
Блудный сын опоздал.
Все двери заперты,
Только его память
Всегда открыта
Голосу прошлого,
О, Билли...
Так случилось:
Он любил одну, засыпая с другой.
И теперь все знают: он обманщик.
А он хотел бы тогда взглянуть в зеркало,
Чтобы яснее себя разглядеть
И посмотреть в глаза слабоволию...
Приходит завтрашний день -
Горечь становится его задушевным другом.
Но зло уже сделано -
Блудный сын опоздал.
Все двери заперты,
Только его память
Всегда открыта
Голосу прошлого,
О, Билли...
Billy
Billy's leaving today (do not know where he's going).
Holds his head in disgrace (he can not escape the truth).
He knows the price that he's paid.
He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Billy's leaving today (do not know where he's going).
He's got lines on his face (they tell the story of his pain).
He accepts it's his fate.
He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Once he was a lover sleeping with another.
Now he's just known as a cheat.
And he wish he'd had a mirror; looked a little clearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Billy leaving today
( and it is better not to know where ) .
He is a disgrace to the head on your shoulders
( He can not escape the truth) .
He knows the price paid ,
And he understands that too late
To admit that he was scared ...
Comes tomorrow -
Bitterness becomes his soul mate .
But the evil has already been done -
The prodigal son was late .
All the doors are locked ,
Only his daughter
always open
The voice of the past,
Oh, Billy ...
Billy leaving today
( and it is better not to know where ) .
His face went wrinkles
(They talk about his pain).
He humbled himself, it is his destiny ,
He admits that for too long
Could not admit his guilt .
Comes tomorrow -
Bitterness becomes his soul mate .
But the evil has already been done -
The prodigal son was late .
All the doors are locked ,
Only his daughter
always open
The voice of the past,
Oh, Billy ...
As it happened :
He loved one , falling asleep on the other.
And now everyone knows that he was an impostor .
And then he wanted to look in the mirror ,
To see a clearer
And to look into the eyes of weak will ...
Comes tomorrow -
Bitterness becomes his soul mate .
But the evil has already been done -
The prodigal son was late .
All the doors are locked ,
Only his daughter
always open
The voice of the past,
Oh, Billy ...
