Я с удовольствием расскажу все, что случилось со мной сегодня с утра, - сказала неуверенно Алиса. - А про вчера и рассказывать не буду, потому что тогда я была совсем другая (с)
Вспомнила тут одну песню, которая мне безумно нравится до сих пор..
Eleanor Rigby
© Lennon/McCartney
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the
church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that
she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
Chorus:
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a
sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was
buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his
hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
Eleanor Rigby
© Lennon/McCartney
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the
church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that
she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
Chorus:
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a
sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was
buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his
hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
Чтоб уж совсем не грустить, рекомендую. Уже вступление "заставляет задуматься", а припев отбрасывает все сомнения...