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Поэзия и песни
Гребенщиков Борис Борисович
The Time

 Sitting in a corner
 In my castle made of single-malt and smoke
 With all my friends around me
 And I love them'til I choke
 And I watch you dance with someone
 Someone not even there
 And you're simple as in "sacrilege"
 And you're pure as in "prayer"
 
 Somewhere there's a point of no resistance
 But we make sure there's no getting there
 And we're beautiful when we're animals
 But so easily scared
 And I cannot even talk to you
 Stricken down as a hunter to its prey
 Sliding down, down this hill of glass again
 And there's nothing I can say
 
 I guess it's just the time
 I guess it's just the time
 I guess it's just the time
 And I will see you when the time is over
 
 And then the northern wind calls
 And then curtains part
 And then the castle wall falls
 And there's an arrow in my heart
 
 There's only one way out of prison
 Which is to set your jailer free
 But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words
 That stand beetween the sailor and the sea
 So forgive me, though I know you never will
 Battered by your pride
 And so I'm locked again within these castle walls
 And you freeze alone outside
 
 I guess it's just the time
 I guess it's just the time
 I guess it's just the time
 And I will see you when the time is over
 

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