Текст песни Владимир Муромцев и группа Редкая Птица - Конец желтой кирпичной дороги

The end of the Yellow Brick Road

I go and look at what is left,
I go and look at what is right,
But some sort of fly poison the soul -
Right in the ear buzzing me the words of the chorus :

This is - the end of the road : everything is normal.
This is - the end of the road : yellow , brick .

Told me your dad , on the dock of life,
What patience - the key to any business ,
But I see that the sky is changing faith ,
And the final credits were lit before the deadline.

Chorus.

I chew a sandwich with sausage and cheese ,
Soluble coffee quinine swallow .
We loved yesterday, was well with us ,
Today we sit on the threshold of paradise .

Chorus.