Home in the valley Home in the city Home isn't pretty Ain't no home for me Home in the darkness Home on the highway Home isn't my way Home I'll never
Junkies down in Brooklyn are goin' crazy They're laughin' just like hungry dogs in the street Policemen are hidin' behind the skirts of little girls Their
What's that in the corner? It's too dark to see What's that noise I'm hearin' Who's that calling me? Long ago and far away I heard your voice But once
There walked a lonely man, silent, mute, the only man Not knowing how, not knowing why was he the sole survivor Why should he be alive, breathing still
You see me now a veteran Of a thousand psychic wars I've been living on the edge so long Where the winds of limbo roar And I'm young enough to look at
wavelength Swallowed her up Like the ocean in a fire So thick and gray A fire of unknown origin Took my baby away A fire of unknown origin Took my baby
Превод: Blue Oyster Cult. Пожар с неизвестен произход.
Home in the valley Home in the city Home isn't pretty Ain't no home for me Home in the darkness Home on the highway Home isn't my way Home will never
What's that in the corner? It's too dark to see. What's that noise I'm hearing? Who's that calling me? Long ago and far away I heard your voice Once
wavelength, swallowed her up Like the ocean in a fire, so thick and gray A fire of unknown origin took my baby away A fire of unknown origin took my
Don't turn your back, danger surrounds you Don't turn your back to the dogs who hound you Don't turn your back, don't show your profile You'll never
place Where there was never, never one By starlight, the heaviest horizon Magnetic mirrors, scattered body slow(?) A chaos of metal, river of fire Unlighted crossing(?) (the countless) blue
Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy They're laughing just like hungry dogs in the street Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls
There walked a lonely man, silent, mute, the only man not knowing how, not knowing why was he the sole survivor why should he be alive, breathing still
See them standing in the foothills waiting for the kill On wings of fear the terror sweeps into the city peace(?) To defend, this is the pact But when
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar And I'm young enough to look
