• Разделы
  • ОСП - студия
  • Песни Советских времён
  • Песни - переделки (юмор)
  • Новогодние песни
  • Песни из мультфильмов
  • Фидошные (из сети FidoNet)
  • Туристические песни
• Как брать аккорды
• Настройка гитары

а б в г д е ж з и к л м н о п р с т у ф х ц ч ш щ э ю я

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Войти / Зарегистрироваться

• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Pomp and Circumstances”

• When I was born I lost When I was freed I fought Now that I'm loved I'm caught Between the rest and this tragic mess An invited guest Torn, broken and frayed Oh don't we face War, sunshine and grace Oh won't you stay For a while We can fail in style I can hold your smile For a while What was once new now gone What was once praised now wrong As they go, we can say we know But what do we know But warm sunshine and graves Don't we see What's bitter to taste Torn, broken and frayed Don't we face War, sunshine and graves Won't you stay 'Cause I won't tell I won't tell a soul That I'm mad as hell Torn, broken and frayed I'm torn, broken and frayed No, I'm cold, worn out and shamed

Поделитесь с друзьями:

дизайн сайта

Burg!art