Текст песни: Paul Verlaine + перевод

There’s a note

That the world plays out of tune

Some silver afternoon

And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn

Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine

Such an in- such an insubstantial day

Sometimes in a lonely alleyway

Everything cracks like porcelain

Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine

Such an in- such an insubstantial day

All the empty sidewalks in the street

All the voices in the fields

What if they’re real?

Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine

Such an in- such an insubstantial day

All the empty sidewalks in the street

All the voices in the fields

What if they’re real?

Перевод песни Paul Verlaine