Текст песни Street Angel (Paul Simon) с переводом

My heart goes out to the street angels

Working their way back home

My heart goes out to the street angels

I saved my change for a street angel

Working his way back home

I had this exchange with the street angel:

«Nobody talks to me much

I said, nobody talks to me much

Nobody.»

So he says

«I make my verse for the universe

I write my rhymes for the universities

And I give it away for the hoot of it

I tell my tale for the toot of it

I wear my suit for the suit of it

The tree is bare, but the root of it

Goes deeper than logical reasoning

It’s God goes fishing

And we are the fishes

He baits his lines

With prayers and wishes

They sparkle in the shallows

And catch the falling light

We hide our hearts like holy hostages

While hungry for the love, and so we bite."

Working his way back home

He’s working his way back home

Took him away in the ambulance

Made away with the ambulance

He waved goodbye from the ambulance

My heart goes out to the street angel

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