Текст песни:

As their wings go dark - up against the sun
and their shadows pass - over everyone
and time unfolds - to a beating drum

I throw my clothes on a burning chair
I paint my eyes with the cold night air
the dreamer shouts - to an empty room

and the sun will shine
and the rain will pour
we radiate for evermore
and the world will turn

falling rain
in the end
there′s a silence

and the TV set doesn′t show the fall
the light is fast the world is small
and in the end there′s a silence

and the sun will shine
and the rain will pour
we radiate for evermore
and the world will turn

@ The Police

Текст песни:

Won′t you be my girl
Won′t you be my girl
Won′t you be my, be my,
Be my girl

I was blue and lonely,
I couldn′t sleep a wink
And I could only get unconscious
If I′d had to much to drink

There was somehow, something wrong somewhere,
And each day seemed grey and dead
The seeds of desperation
Were growing in my head

I needed inspiration,
A brand new start in life,
Somewhere to place affection,
But I didn′t want a wife

And then by lucky chance I saw
In a special magazine
An ad that was unusual,
The like I′d never seen,

Experience something different
With our new imported toy,
She′s loving, warm, inflatible
And a guarantee of joy

She came all wrapped in cardboard,
All pink and shrivelled down
A breath of air was all she needed
To make her lose that frown

I took her to the bedroom
And pumped her with some life,
And later in a moment
That girl became my wife

And so I sit her in the corner
And sometimes stroke her hair
And when I′m feeling naughty
I blow her up with air

She′s cuddly and she′s bouncy,
She′s like a rubber ball,
I bounce her in the kitchen
And I bounce her in the hall

And now my life is different
Since Sally came my way
I wake up in the morning
And have her on a tray

She′s everything they say she was
And I wear a permanent grin,
And I only have to worry
In case my girl wears thin

Won′t you be my girl
Won′t you be my girl
Won′t you be my, be my,
Be my girl

@ The Police

Текст песни:

The general scratches his belly and thinks
His pay is good but his officers stink
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet

The President looks in the mirror and speaks
His shirts are clean but his country reeks
Unpaid bills
In Afghanistan hills

Bombs away
But we′re OK
Bombs away
In old Bombay

The general only wants to teach France to dance
His army life doesn′t give him any romance
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet

The general scratches his belly and thinks
His pay is good but his company stinks
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet

Bombs away
But we′re OK
Bombs away
In old Bombay

@ The Police

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We were born
Born in the fifties

My mother cried
When President Kennedy died
She said it was the Communists
But I knew better

Would they drop the bomb on us
While we made love on the beach
We were the class they couldn′t teach
′Cos we knew better

We were born
Born in the fifties

They screamed
When The Beatles sang
And they laughed when the king fell down the stars
O they should′ve known better

O we hated our aunt
Then we messed in our pants
Then we lost our faith and prayed to the TV
O we should′ve known better

We were born
Born in the fifties

We freeze like statues on the pages of history
Living was never like this when we took all those GCE′s
O you opened the door for us
And then you turned to dust
You don′t understand us
So don′t reprimand us
We′re taking the future
We don′t need no teacher

We were born
Born in the fifties

@ The Police

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The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
Just another day
God bid yesterday goodbye

Bring on the night
I couldn′t spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn′t stand another hour of daylight

The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head there in the dark
Can′t see for the brightness
Is staring me blind
God bid yesterday goodbye

Bring on the night
I couldn′t spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn′t stand another hour of daylight

@ The Police

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I′ve called you so many times today
And I guess it′s all true what your girlfriends say
That you don′t ever want to see me again
And your brother′s gonna kill me and he′s six feet ten
I guess you′d call it cowardice
But I′m not prepared to go on like this

I can′t, I can′t
I can′t stand losing
I can′t stand losing you

I see you′ve sent my letters back
And my LP records and they′re all scratched
I can′t see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn′t make no sense

I can′t, I can′t
I can′t stand losing

I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don′t care so I won′t cry
But you′ll be sorry when I′m dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you′d call it suicide
But I′m too full to swallow my pride

I can′t, I can′t
I can′t stand losing
I can′t stand losing you

@ The Police

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First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live you life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza
You′re so afraid to catch a dose of influenza
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

Canary in a coalmine

Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions
You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

Canary in a coalmine

First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

Canary in a coalmine

@ The Police

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I′m 20 years old
At the moment, no job
My height is one eighteen
Green eyes and blond hair...
and sometimes I feel alone

I love action movies
I love racing sports
But my hero is Elvis

He′s really my god
Do you like my hero?
Do you like rock n′ roll?
Maybe sometimes feel lonely
Don′t have a job
Please let me know

My codeword is great
Post Box Elvis
Five seven nine three eight
Post Box Elvis
Five seven nine three eight...
Post Box Elvis
Five seven nine three eight
Five seven nine three eight
Five seven nine three eight
Five
Seven
Nine
Three
Eight...

I am 20 years old
At the moment, no job
But my hero is Elvis
He′s really my god

@ The Police

Текст песни:

I′ve got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote
I′d come on over but I haven′t got a raincoat

Have we got contact
You and me?
Have we got touchdown
Can′t we be?

I′ve got contacts in my book and in my eyes
My good connection on the telephone never lies

Have we got contact
You and me?
Have we got touchdown
Can′t we be?

I′ve got a list of the people I have known
I′m never alone on the end of a phone

Have we got contact
You and me?
Have we got touchdown
Can′t we be?

I′ve got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote
I′d come on over but I haven′t got a raincoat
I′d come on over but I haven′t got a raincoat

@ The Police