Patti Smith - Dead City текст песни

By patti smith

This dead city longs to be

This dead city longs to be free

Seven screaming horses

Melt down in the sun

Building scenes on empty dreams

And smoking them one by one

This dead city longs to be

This dead city longs to be living

Is it any wonder theres squalor in the sun

With their broken schemes and their lotteries

They never get nowhere

Is it any wonder theyre spitting at the sun

Gods parasites in abandoned sites

And they never have much fun

If I was a blind man

Would you see for me

Or would you confuse

The nature of my blues

And refuse a hand to me

Is it any wonder crying in the sun

Is it any wonder Im crying in the sun

Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes

Now Im burning them one by one

This damn city this dead city

Immortal city

Motor city

Suc-cess city

Longs to be

Longs to be

Free

Free

Free