Queen - All Dead, All Dead ( News of the World 1977 ) | Текст песни

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• All Dead, All Dead ( News of the World 1977 )

She came without a farthing

A babe without a name

So much ado 'bout nothing

Is what she'd try to say

So much ado my lover

So many games we played

Through every fleeted summer

Through every precious day

All dead, all dead

All the dreams we had

And I wonder why I still live on

All dead, all dead

And alone I'm spared

My sweeter half instead

All dead

And gone

All dead...

All dead, all dead

At the rainbow's end

And still I hear her own sweet song

All dead, all dead

Take me back again

You know my little friend's

All dead

And gone

Her ways are always with me

I wander all the while

But please you must forgive me

I am old but still a child

All dead, all dead

But I should not grieve

In time it comes to everyone

All dead, all dead

But in hope I breathe

Of course I don't believe

You're dead

And gone

All dead

And gone.