Текст песни: The Bus + перевод

I hear the salesman sighing

The customers aren’t buying

He said, they all turn him down

It’s too much to play

The gentleman is swearing

And on the curb, he’s staring at the bus

That passed him by, is bluest day

People reacting, all of them acting

Another motions for a thing that passed him by

But what else, the people are standing

And not understanding

What emotion to express to love or cry

Time has passed them

Byeyeye…

The hour is gone, the hour is gone

Don’t know anywhere they go, no where

Who else rings down to the kitchen and then

Leaving memories of what might have been

So little time left to prepare

I heard the kids rejoicing

As they go running voicing their delight

And chasing the kite that’s blown away

The playwright stands in mothers

The critics making shuffer all alone

No one applauds the end of his play

People reacting, all of them acting

Another motions for a thing that passed him by

But what else, people are standing

And not understanding

What emotion to express to laugh or cry

Time has passed them

Byeyeye…

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