ЛОНДОН

I never stood beneath the Eiffel's light Nor walked the streets where London fog lies deep The French allure, the Beatles' songs at night These were the dreams my youthful heart would keep I marveled at the glamour from afar A world of postcards, films, and borrowed grace But now I see how all the colors are The shifting sands of time and time's own face World keeps turning, turning round People fall like leaves to ground Values fade like ghosts in air What we came for, is it there? Is it there? The old streets now wear a different hue The laughter's sharp, the silence wears a weight The things we held as gold are worn and few And love itself seems tangled up with fate I see the young ones chasing different stars Their compass points to screens and fleeting fame And I recall the dreams that once were ours A simpler truth, a less complicated name Maybe Paris never was a place Just a longing dressed in foreign lace Maybe London was the sound we made When hope was young and not yet afraid World keeps turning, turning round People fall like leaves to ground Values fade like ghosts in air What we came for, is it there? Is it there? I never went to Paris, never knew the Thames But I've walked the miles inside my own two hands And maybe that's the journey, the reason we began To find the place we're going, in the place we've always been