Farewell, Angelina (OST Провинциалка) (исполнитель: Bob Dylan)
Farewell angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the [bad word] play slow Farewell angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. Theres no need for anger Theres no need for blame Theres nothing to prove Evrythings still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Farewell angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell angelina The sky is folding Ill see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell angelina The skys changing color And I must leave fast. King kong, little elves On the rooftoops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up mans hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell angelina The sky is [bad word] I must go where its quiet.