Тексты песен «Rush»

Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of white The sun is turning black The world is turning gray All the stars fade from the night The oceans drain away Horizon to...

Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land I can see the footprints in the virtual sand Net boy, net girl Send your...

Unstable condition A symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange The impulse is pure Sometimes our circuits get shorted By external...

Unstable condition, A symptom of life, Of mental and environmental change. Atmosphereic disturbance, The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange. The impulse is pure; Sometimes our circuits get shorted By...

Unstable condition A symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange The impulse is pure Sometimes our circuits get shorted By external...

Girl before the mirror Appraises her disguise Child become a mother Tries to fix her eyes No more of his excuses It has to be today She can keep her fantasy If she can get away Paint her name on a one-way street...

Now it's come to this It's like we're back in the dark ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a world of superstition Now it's come to this Wide-eyed armies of the faithful From the Middle East to the Middle...

How many times Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings Long to slam the front door Drive away into the setting sun...

Well, I see you standin' there With your finger in the air. Ev'rything we do, You wanna leave it up to you. Who do you think you are? You think you are a star, Try'n' to run the town, Always try'n' to put us down...

Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air. Ev'rything we do, you wanna leave it up to you. Who do you think you are? You think you are a star, try'n' to run the town, always try'n' to put us down...

Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air. Ev'rything we do, you wanna leave it up to you. Who do you think you are? You think you are a star, try'n' to run the town, always try'n' to put us down...

I've gone flying, trying to meet you You've been hiding, riding me to a state Like this Give me that window to, Give me that window to, Give me that window to the world We are sailing, flailing through the ether...

All that you can do is wish them well All that you can do is wish them well Spirits turned bitter by the poison of envy Always angry and dissatisfied Even the lost ones, the frightened and mean ones Even the ones...

The night is black, without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light, Faces are twisted and grotesque. Silent and stern in the...

The night is black, Without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light, The faces are twisted and grotesque. Silent and stern in...

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson The night is black Without a moon The air is thick, and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The...

Driving 'way to the east and into the past History recedes in my rear view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at the heart of a factory town All my life I've been workin' them...

Driving away to the east, and into the past History recedes in my rear view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at the heart of factory town All my life I've been workin' them...

Draw a line Strong and clear Make it bend to your will All the lines In a face So hard to make stand still 'Til the flaws disappear 'Til what's wrong disappears 'Til all that's wrong will Disappear Working...

I get up at seven, yeah, and I go to work at nine. I got no time for livin'. Yes, I'm workin' all the time. It seems to me I could live my life a lot better than I think I am. I guess that's why they call me, they call...