Sting - The Last Ship (Reprise) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation, You see, "The Queen's took a taxi herself to the station!" Where the porters, surprised by her lack of Royal baggage,
Sting - So To Speak | Текст Иностранной Песни
(feat. Becky Unthank) [Father O'Brian:] They're seriously saying it's prolonging me life, If I'll only submit to the surgical knife? But what are the
Sting - What Have We Got? | Текст Иностранной Песни
(feat. Jimmy Nail) Good people give ear to me story, Pay attention, and none of your lip, For I've brought you five lads and their daddy, Intending to build
Sting - Ballad Of The Great Eastern | Текст Иностранной Песни
In 18 hundred and 59, the engineer Brunel, Would build the greatest ship afloat, and rule the ocean's swell. Nineteen thousand tons of steel they used to shape the mighty keel,
Sting - The Night The Pugilist Learned How To Dance | Текст Иностранной Песни
In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me, I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see, But while fighting was useful for getting your
Sting - August Winds | Текст Иностранной Песни
When August winds are turning, The fishing boats set out upon the sea, I watch 'til they sail out of sight, The winter follows soon, I watch them drawn into the
Sting - And Yet | Текст Иностранной Песни
This town, this stain on the sunrise, Disguised in the mist this morning, It's 8AM, a seagull shouts a sailor's warning. This sky, this bend in the river,
Sting - My One And Only Love | Текст Иностранной Песни
The very thought of you makes my heart sing Like an April breeze on the wings of spring And you appear in all your splendor My one and only love The shadows fall and
Sting - Dead Man's Boots | Текст Иностранной Песни
You see these work boots in my hands, they'll probably fit ye now my son, Take them, they're a gift from me, why don't you try them on? It would do your old man good to
Sting - I Love Her But She Loves Someone Else | Текст Иностранной Песни
When a man of my age shaves his face in the morning, Who is it that stares back and greets him? The ghost of his father long dead all these years? Or the boy that he was, still