Текст песни: Jack Nicholson Style + перевод

I’ll take you to a city

Where the skies are all aglow

Where the roads are sung & spread,$And the lights are glimmin' low.

I’d grab your arms once

Ans steer your hand above

Rolling on in fire-flames

And kiss you on and on and on:

Jack Nicholson Style

It doesn’t take a butterfly

To stop a midnight train,

Nor a misfit in my kind

To lighten the moon so pale.

But all I know is that my desire

Could embrace all them angels,

And the doucle hundred candles

Of the lights of Notre Dame:

Jack Nicholson Style

So ride along in my red car

And see the trees go by.

They are the different choruses

Of the song we lived so far.

My darling at the window

Listening to the stars.

And I, patient as Jeremiah,

Write fathomless lines:

Jach Nicholson style

Please take my hand and press it hard,

So when I’ll go to die

I cannot miss you kingdom

And its doors all ajar.

The man that stooped when all went down;

The one you loved so fine

Has now returned to cuffs and curse.

In an «I» shaped Southbound rag.

Jack Nicholson Style

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