Музыка
RU: 0-9 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
EN: 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

Текст (слова) песни: Kinks - Autumn Almanac



From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,

When the dawn begins to crack.

Its all part of my autumn almanac.

Breeze blows leaves of a musty[mustard? ]-coloured yellow,

So I sweep them in my sack.

Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.

Friday evenings, people get together,

Hiding from the weather.

Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns

Cant compensate for lack of sun,

Because the summers all gone.

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my poor rheumatic back

Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.

I like my football on a saturday,

Roast beef on sundays, all right.

I go to blackpool for my holidays,

Sit in the open sunlight.

This is my street, and Im never gonna to leave it,

And Im always gonna to stay here

If I live to be ninety-nine,

cause all the people I meet

Seem to come from my street

And I cant get away,

Because its calling me, (come on home)

Hear it calling me, (come on home)

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my autumn armagnac

Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!

(etc.)

 

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

 


Прямая ссылка на текст песни Autumn Almanac:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/4534.html
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»