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Alphaville - All in the Golden Afternoon (2023 Remaster)
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Текст песни: All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide, (wanderings to-)
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three
In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy wheather
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather
And what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together
Against three tongues together
Our wanderings to guide
Anon, to sudden silence won
In fancy they pursue
The dream child moving through a land of wonders, wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true, (half believe it true-)
Half believe it true
And ever as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by the next time, (it is next time)
The happy voices cry
The happy voices cry, thus grew the tale of Wonderland, (Wonderland)
Thus, slowly, one by one
It's quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done, and home we steer, (half believe it true)
A merry crew
Beneath the setting sun
Full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide, (wanderings to-)
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three
In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy wheather
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather
And what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together
Against three tongues together
Our wanderings to guide
Anon, to sudden silence won
In fancy they pursue
The dream child moving through a land of wonders, wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true, (half believe it true-)
Half believe it true
And ever as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by the next time, (it is next time)
The happy voices cry
The happy voices cry, thus grew the tale of Wonderland, (Wonderland)
Thus, slowly, one by one
It's quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done, and home we steer, (half believe it true)
A merry crew
Beneath the setting sun
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