Текст и слова песни Tom Waits – Broken Bicycles
Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains,
With busted handle bars
Out in the rain.
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody
Wants any more
September s reminding July
It s time to be saying good-bye.
Summer is gone,
Our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles
Out in the rain.
Broken Bicycles,
Don t tell my folks;
There s all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes,
Laid down like skeletons
out on the lawn.
The wheels won t turn
When the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
For all the things that you ve given me
Will always stay
Broken, but I ll never throw them away
Old busted chains,
With busted handle bars
Out in the rain.
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody
Wants any more
September s reminding July
It s time to be saying good-bye.
Summer is gone,
Our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles
Out in the rain.
Broken Bicycles,
Don t tell my folks;
There s all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes,
Laid down like skeletons
out on the lawn.
The wheels won t turn
When the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
For all the things that you ve given me
Will always stay
Broken, but I ll never throw them away
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