Тексты песен «Simon & Garfunkel»

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. But I've got to creep...

(Paul Simon) If you want to write a song about the moon Walk along the craters of the afternoon When the shadows are deep And the light is alien And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement And you want to write a...

Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been waiting all my life Thinking it over, I've been sad Thinking it...

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains within the sound of silence...

Who will love a little Sparrow? Who's traveled far and cries for rest? "Not I," said the Oak Tree, "I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest, And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold hreast." Who...

We sailed up a river wide as a sea And slept on the banks On the leaves of a banyan tree And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung Song from the mouth of the river When...

Long years ago, on a deep winter night. High in the heavens, a star shone bright. While in the manger, a wee baby lay. Sweetly asleep, on a bed of hay. Jesus our lord, was that baby so small. Lay down to sleep, in a...

I met my old lover on the street last night She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beer Still crazy after all these years, still crazy after all these...

That silver-haired daddy of mine. In a vine-covered shack in the mountains, bravely fighting the battle of time is a dear one who's weathered my sorrows, tis that silver-haired daddy of mine. If I could recall all...

(Paul Simon) A long time ago, yeah Before you was born dude When I was still single And life was great I held this job as a traveling salesman That kept me moving from state to state Well, I'm standing on the corner...

Slow down, you move too fast, you've got to make the morning last Just kickin' down the cobble-stones, lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy Feeling groovy Hello lamp-post, what's you knowin', I come to watch the flowers...

Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. Hello lamppost, What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing. Ain't...

Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling groovy Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing I've come...

Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and Feelin' Groovy. Hello lampost, What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing. Ain't...

Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the mornin' last. Just kickin' down the cobblestones, Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy. Ba da da da da da da, feelin' groovy. Hello, lamppost, whatcha knowin'? I come to...

THE 59TH STREET BRIDGE SONG (FEELING GROOVY) Simon and Garfunkel Transcribed by Randy Goldberg Slow down, you move too fast You've got to make the morning last Just...

Do people have a tendency to dump on you? Does your group have more cavities than theirs? Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you? Do you sleep alone when others sleep in pairs? Well there's no need to...

Do people have a tendency to dump on you? Does your group have more cavities than theirs? Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you? Do you sleep alone when other sleep in pairs? Well there's no need to complain,...

I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmmm...

I'm just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles such are promises: All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest When I...