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Пол Фил – Happiness (страница 2)

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I don't want, don’t want to play

This rampageous tricky game

When the heart is all aflame,

But the actor has to play.

I might really, really leave

Having nothing to have said,

Having sipped you of champagne instead

On the New Year's, New Year's, New Year's Eve

On the New Year's, New Year's Eve.

I will wake, will wake up where

Where no trace of you exists,

Of the girl I’ll always miss,

Though your move was quite unfair.

And my joy, joy and my life

Drawn by hoar, hoar, hoarfrost

On a palm, palm, palm-like leaf

That the fall has lost.

That the fall has lost.

I'll be swept, be swept away

By the winds, the winds of fame,

And my soul, my soul will stay

Quite a different smashing play.

I don't want to, want to play

This rampageous tricky game

When the heart is all aflame,

But the actor has to play.

But the actor has to play.

I might really, really leave

Having nothing to have said,

Having sipped you of champagne instead

On the New Year's, New Year's Eve.

Orchestra Link

Lead Guitar

Brave Choir

I don't want, don’t want to play

This rampageous tricky game

When the heart is all aflame,

But the actor has to play.

I don't want, don’t want to play

This rampageous tricky game

When the heart is all aflame,

But the actor has to play.

Street Noises Link

Lutheran church сhoir singing

Ah-ah-ah-ah,

Ah-ah-ah-ah,

The voice

I'll be swept, completely swept

By the winds, the winds of fate,

And my soul, my soul will stay

Quite a different smashing play.

Orchestra Coda

03 Let Me Go, Girl

You have to let, please, let, let me go, girl,

Can't anymore take it all, may you see?

The white clouds have gone in a freakish baroque swirl.

These things they could foresee.

Our days were so clear, and we were so pure,

But our rich blood turned to dense pithos wine,

That tenderness, common life, drastic tours,

The subjects discussed, so undarkened and fine.

Those times are gone, and I'm not here to rack you,

Been trying to leave, but it's hanging around,

This faceless verse that leaves sorrow and backs to

Careless times ever bound.