Peter Sarstedt - Boulevarde | Текст песни

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Boulevard
Lovely café home from home,
Where I spend my afternoon,
Hoping life will touch me soon

Boulevard
I wait till evening shadows fall,
And then pretend to see someone,
Across the road to where I run

But the boulevard
It knows me well
It feels my sorrow
It feels my need

Yes the boulevard
It understands
Each passing stranger
Each change of speed

Boulevard
A place where people come and go,
Where some of us will never show,
How inwardly we seem to grow

Ah but the boulevard
It knows me well,
It feels my sorrow
It feels my need

Yes the boulevard
It understands
Each passing stranger
Each change of speed, yes

Boulevard
Lovely café home from home,
Where I spend my afternoon,
Hoping life will touch me soon

Boulevard