Текст песни Colin Blunstone - Planes*

Oh, Jessie, I'd like to be One of those men up on the screen With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris Serving Pernot and Kahlua with cream You can see it I know All the doors have been closed in my face And the drinks at the Casbah Run a mile or more from this place And oh, Jessie, won't you look at the planes Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say That there's a capital G in the name of the game And the runway's a home For my silver-grey plane And won't you look at the planes Riding down the skyway Jessie ain't those wings just fine Don't it make you want to fly someday Why friend am I so still Tied to my job with time to kill Do I still bear the traces of old Don Quixote Tilting giants on imaginary hills * – Кавер на композицию Planes в оригинальном исполнении Elton John
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