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Текст (слова) песни: John Mcdermott - Postcard from Paris
Dear friend of mine the weathers fine
Today I saw some ruins of the roman worlds decline
So I climbed those spanish steps
Youve heard so much about
But rome has lost its glory
I dont know what its about
I wish you were here when the shadows falling
And all the rushing traffics still
I wish you were here
When the bells are ringing on the seven hills
Ill make my way to a small caf? br> I wonder what you did today
I wish you were here
Dear one at home I just flew in from rome
Now paris is a post card
All decked out in colored chrome
So I climbed the eiffel tower
And I prayed at notre dame
But I just cant find the romance
And I wonder why I came
I wish you were here on the champs-elysees
Lovers walking hand in hand
Wish you were here when they take one look at me
And seem to understand
This city of light is a lovely sight
The first bright star I see tonight
Ill wish you were here
Now I write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
Wondering how two people got so far apart
Wish you were here, here in london
Where the rain is pouring down
I wish you were here
On this airplane headed back to new york town
Ill never leave you alone again
Im coming home but until then
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
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