J.S.Bach - Procol Harum - Air - A Whiter Shade Of Pale | Текст песни

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• J.S.Bach - Procol Harum
• Air - A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought his tray

And so it was a day later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first so ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
I wandered through my playing cards
I wouldn't have let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And oh, though my eyes were wide open
They might as well have been closed

And so it was the day later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first so ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter
Turned a whiter
Turned a whiter shade of pale