Текст песни: Streets of Boston + перевод

Gets up in the morning

Drinks half a pot of tea

Puts on a long, white skirt

Socks up to her knees

Throws a poncho in her pack

Got her hair back, long and soft

Helmet strapped on her head

And she blasts off

Havoc in the streets of Boston

Biking to a better day

She doesn’t mind the rain or the shine

Gonna get there sometime

She don’t mind the traffic

She don’t mind the noise

Blazing a trail, wheel and rail

Riding 'cause it’s her kind of joy

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh

Sweat on her forehead

Fumes in her eyes

Tail lights

They’ll go drifting by

Pushing through the traffic

Steady as she goes

Bumper to bumper, passing them by

Lemmings in their rows

Heading for the bike trail

Where the raspberries grow

She knows something pretty in the pit of the city

Where sweet, wild winds blow

Havoc in the streets of Boston

Biking to a better day

Davis Square, Chestnut Hill

Wild on Jamaicaway

She don’t mind the traffic

She don’t mind the noise

Blazing a trail, wheel and rail

Riding 'cause it’s her kind of joy

She’s out there in the sun and underneath the stars

On a roll she’ll try to go, don’t get there in their cars

Biking for the nation of the future generation

Think it’s transportation but to her it’s a salvation

Riding through the street and a sensation

Driven by the vision of the coming liberation

Silver wheels are shining and you see her from afar

Pull up in your, here comes one less car

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh

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