When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop,
I open shop.
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.
Love for sale, appetizing young love for sale,
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
Love that's only slightly soiled,
Love for sale.
Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price, for a trip to paradise?
Love for sale.
Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way,
I know every type of love better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love, I've been through the mill of love -
Old love, new love, every love but true love.
Love for sale, appetizing young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares, follow me and climb the stairs,
Love for sale.
It's been a while since we met my old friend,
It's been a while since we sang.
I've turned into an old witch,
And you are just the same.
I bet on paper and you bet on rock,
I thought I beat you at last,
But guess who'll get to laugh and to mock,
When all my writings turn to dust.
The songs of wind and air, and waking dreams,
The songs of woods and leaves, and babbling streams,
The silly spiral down the drain of words,
Set to the minor chords.
You built a city on a rocky seashore
And walls to keep out the foes,
I wrote a book of love lore,
A home for a pressed rose.
We had ho scissors to sever the ties,
So here I am to admire
How high your roofs reach out to the skies
And shimmer in the sunset fire.
The song of steel and stone, and tinted glass,
The work of sweat and toil, that's made to last,
And yet the time will turn it all to sand,
Humble it be or grand.
It's been a while since we met my old friend,
It's been a while since we laughed.
I've turned into an old witch,
Unequaled at my craft.
So once again, let the chance be our guide
In all the matters of heart -
Let rock, paper and scissors decide,
Who'll stand and who will fall apart.
The songs of wind and air, and babbling streams,
The songs of vaulted roofs, and timber beams,
The merry spiral down the drain of time,
Set to a tune and rhyme.
The rock, paper and scissors again decide,
The works of men will rival and then unite
In merry spiral down the drain of time,
Set to a tune and rhyme.
Say you could move the Earth if you had a lever,
And you draw me a scheme how it's done.
You are one of a kind,
So frightfully clever,
And so very peculiarly fun.
Say you could chart the courses of stars and planets,
I'm so deeply impressed by your brains!
And you're willing to waste
A night to explain this,
Thank you baby for taking such pains!
I will listen and wonder, and maybe smile,
But I'll stay aloof -
I'm no theorem baby,
I need no proof,
Need no proof.
In the Universe full of unsolved enigmas,
I'm so lucky to have you at hand.
No more arrows and hearts -
Just square roots and sigmas
Traced with our bare feet in the sand.
No more silliness, no more pokes, don't fear them.
There's just one little mystery still -
How to conquer my heart?
Now that is a theorem!
And if you will not solve it, who will?
I will listen and marvel, and shake my head.
As you go through the roof.
I'm no theorem baby,
I need no proof,
Need no proof.
Живая запись на репетиции, без всяких там эффектов
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fair ground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came you saw you conquer'd me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of youю
Песня посвящена великой игре "Warcraft-2", в которую в свое время некоторые молодые люди уходили... очень глубоко. :-)
Зачем тебе катапульты,
Когда у тебя есть я?
Зачем тебе дирижабли,
Когда у тебя есть я?
Вооружённые черти
И прочих тварей войска,
Они разрушат твой город -
Ну и пускай!
Твои бы нервные клетки -
Да в мирное русло.
Твои бы ловкие пальцы -
Да в нужное место.
Твои бы громы и молнии -
Да в провода, в провода!
Бросай свой флот и пехоту,
Иди сюда!
Инфантильный пацифизм -
И такое
Встречается под луной.
Но за бдительность мою
Будь спокоен,
Я прячу нож за спиной.
Хотя зачем тебе знать об этом.
Мне четверть века, и скоро
Сотрутся мои клыки,
Мне разонравятся книги,
Деревья и мужики,
Я перестану пить пиво,
Я разучусь сходить с ума,
Забуду, кто такой Толкиен -
И грянет тьма.
И вот тогда мы засядем
Гонять катапульты,
И вот тогда мы засядем
Стрелять в дирижабли,
И будет мир гармоничен,
И будет ласков прибой,
И сразу вырастут крылья
у нас с тобой;
Инфантильный пацифизм -
И такое
Встречается под луной.
Но за бдительность мою
Будь спокоен,
Я прячу нож за спиной.
Хотя зачем тебе знать об этом.