Текст песни: The Singer + перевод

As I walk these narrow streets

Where a million passin feet have trod before me With my guitar in my hand

Suddenly I realize nobody knows me Where yesterday the multitude

Screamed and cried my name out for a song

Today the streets are empty

And the crowds have all gone home

I pass a million houses

But there is no place that I belong

All I knew to give you

Was song after song after song

All the truths I tried to tell you

Were as distant to you as the moon

Born 200 years too late

And 200 years too soon

I’m a child of this age

Locked into the pages of your book

And when I am but dust and clay

And all the children stop to take a look

Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform

And the heights I did aspire

Or will they tear out the pages of the book

To light a fire

With the rain on my face

There is no place that I belong

Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?

And did you forget my song?

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