Юлий Буркин: Осколки неба, или Подлинная история The Beatles

Day after day, alone on the hill
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
they can see that he's just a fool
and he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

Well on the way, head in a cloud,
the man of the thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make
and he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
And the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him
The fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

«Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.»

«Half of what I say is meaningless,
But I say is just to reach you, Julia,
Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia…
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me,
So I sing a song of love, Julia.»

«You know my name, look up the number,
You know my name, look up the number…»

«Mother! You had me,
But I never had you.
Father, you left me,
But I never left you…»

«Two of us sending postcard,
Writing letters on my wall.
You and me burning matches,
Lifting latches on our way back home…
We're on way home,
We're on way home,
We're going home…»