“Let me tell you about my mother...” [из фильма [bad word] ]

For one more poor boy there’s someone
For he, for she
For one more poor boy there’s someone
For him, for me

Your eyes resemble mine, you see as no others can
Here, inherit my kingdom, speak of our people’s plan
I’ll be here for my baby, for my baby I’ll be near
So many things I need to tell you, the things you need to hear

It was a day like no other, clocks hanging off
It was said they dropped the bomb, and I walked out the door
Feeling lonely, I see rain, thinking of what was once
So I go in search of people, song of the inhabitants
The air is filled with chemicals, so this is the aftermath
Walking [bad word] which was once cause’s calf
Down to the center which used to be central

So this is the aftermath

For one more poor boy there’s someone
For he, for she
For one more poor boy there’s someone
For him, for me

Your eyes resemble mine, you see as no others can
Here inherit my kingdom, speak of our people’s plan
I’ll be here for my baby, for my baby I’ll be near
So many things I need to tell you, the things you need to hear

For one more poor boy there’s someone
For he, for she
For one more poor boy there’s someone
For him, for me

“How can I...”

“How can I...”

It was a day like no other, clocks hanging off
It was said they dropped the bomb, and I walked out the door
Feeling lonely, I see rain, thinking of what was once
So I go looking for people