My life is an endless succession of
people saying goodbye
my life is an endless succession of
people saying goodbye
and what's left for me?
what's left for me?
At one time the future did stretch out before me
but now It stretches behind
and all of the best things in life are behind glass:
money, jewelry and flesh
and what's left for me?
what's left for me?
Моя жизнь -
Непрерывная череда
Людей, говорящих: "Прощай".
Моя жизнь -
Непрерывная череда
Людей, говорящих: "Прощай".
И что для меня?
Что остается мне?
Мне раньше казалось,
Что будущее простирается передо мной,
Теперь же оно позади.
И всё лучшее, что есть в жизни
теперь под запретом:
Деньги, побрякушки и плоть.
Так что для меня?
Что осталось для меня?
My Life Is An Endless Succession Of
People Saying Goodbye.
My Life Is An Endless Succession Of
People Saying Goodbye.
And What's Left for Me?
What's left for me?
At One Time The Future Did Stretch Out Before Me
But Now IT Stretches Behind
And All of the Best Things in Life Are Behind Glass:
Money, Jewelry and Flesh
And What's Left for Me?
What's left for me?
My life -
Continuous series
People speaking: "Goodbye".
My life -
Continuous series
People speaking: "Goodbye".
And what for me?
What remains me?
I used to seem
That the future stretches in front of me
Now it is behind.
And all the best that is in life
Now under the ban:
Money, trinkets and flesh.
So what for me?
What remains for me?
