Прыгни — и по пути вниз отрасти себе крылья
Пап, прости, я не хотела. Это всё нервы.
People, help the people...
And if your homesick give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People, help the people,
And nothing will drag you down.
Oh, and if I had a brain,
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away.
And if your homesick give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People, help the people,
And nothing will drag you down.
Oh, and if I had a brain,
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away.