Текст песни: There She Goes, My Beautiful World + перевод

The wintergreen, the juniper

The cornflower and the chicory

All the words you said to me Still vibrating in the air

The elm, the ash and the linden tree

The dark and deep, enchanted sea

The trembling moon and the stars unfurled

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

John Willmot penned his poetry

riddled with the pox

Nabakov wrote on index cards,

at a lectem, in his socks

St. John of the Cross did his best stuff

imprisoned in a box

And JohnnyThunders was half alive

when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well, me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears

Me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears

Me, I’m lying here, for what seems years

I’m just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles

while writing Das Kapital

And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,

and went all tropical

While Philip Larkin stuck it out

in a library in Hull

And Dylan Thomas died drunk in St. Vincent’s hospital

I will kneel at your feet

I will lie at your door

I will rock you to sleep

I will roll on the floor

And I’ll ask for nothing

Nothing in this life

I’ll ask for nothing

Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move the world

I just want to move the world

I just want to move the world

I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,

brother, and blow it If you’ve got a field, that don’t yield,

well get up and hoe it I look at you and you look at me and

deep in our hearts know it That you weren’t much of a muse,

but then I weren’t much of a poet

I will be your slave

I will peel you grapes

Up on your pedestal

With your ivory and apes

With your book of ideas

With your alchemy

O Come on Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send it all around the world

Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

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