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Хочу стать премьер-министром Великобритании, чтобы сказать королеве:"У тебя здесь нет власти!"

(I)
When the sun goes down
I know for sure I'll be around
I know it's tough
I know it's hard
But I'm coming home tonight
I can hear without ears
I can see without eyes
I can feel in my heart
Every breath you take
Angel's voice told me
My son, you'll soon be free
I know, it sounds like mystery
But it makes sense to me

These eyes are calling me home
And doesn't matter where I'm born
And I won't go to the deeps
Because I believe that I can fly to the hills

(II)
So many words I haven't said
Suddenly I realize that
There's not much time left
That twink is on the way to become
The dust on wing of butterfly
Beneath the savage sun
It's a chance to tear up all frontiers
And dry up all leftover tears
For what it's worth left behind our fear

These eyes are calling me home
And doesn't matter where I'm born
And I won't go to the deeps
Because I believe that I can fly to the hills

(III)
But the road is so far
I would never find a car
But that doesn't matter to me
A man can take pain
Even if it's started to rain
There's still a road
That leads me home
What else can I ask for?
And in the end a boy will tell me
That now I can be free
And so I won't go alone
In the streets that I've already known
Because it means that I finally find her


And in her eyes I'll find my home
And doesn't matter where I'm born
And I won't go to the deeps
Because she believes that I can fly to the hills