David Gilmour - Fat Old Sun (Live in Gdansk) | Текст песни

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When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
summer evening birds are calling
Summer sunday and a year
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells
New mown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
Sit, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
the silver sound from a time so strange
sing to me, sing to me

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
summer evening birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears

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