Текст песни The Boy With the Guitar (Micha Bissinger and the Progressive Folk Orchestra) с переводом

People walk by

Day is leaving.

And the skyline

like it’s bleeding.

Noise of daytime

disappearing.

And another

tone to rehear.

Gentle sound

fills the streets.

Vague, where

the source accrues.

He’s all alone,

not observed, rests in a

solitude of words.

In the dark light

of the street lamp

there’s a boy, strum-

ing with cold hands.

Looking ahead

in the blankness

his strings echo

through the pavement.

Gentle sound

fills the streets.

Vague, where

the source accrues.

He’s all alone,

not observed, rests in a

solitude of words.

Does it matter

if you go home

when all you see has

been for too long?

Aching hunger

for the freedom

of that voice down

in the street.

Перевод песни The Boy With the Guitar