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Текст (слова) песни: Elliott Smith - When I Paint My Masterpiece

oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble,
ancient footprints are everywhere
you can almost think that you`re seein` double
on a cold, dark night on the spanish stairs
got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
where i`ve got me a date with botticelli`s niece
she promised that she`d be right there with me
when i paint my masterpiece
oh, the hours I`ve spent inside the coliseum,
dodging lions and wastin` time
oh, those mighty kings of the jungle,
i could hardly stand to see `em,
yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
train wheels runnin` through the back of my memory,
when i ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
when i paint my masterpiece
sailin` `round the world in a dirty gondola.
oh, to be back in the land of coca-cola!
i left rome and landed in brussels,
on a plane ride so bumpy that i almost cried
clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin` muscles,
everyone was there to greet me when i stepped inside
newspapermen eating candy
when i had to be held down by big police
someday, everything is gonna be diff`rent
when i paint my masterpiece

 

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