Pogues, The - Dark Streets Of London текст песни

I like to walk in the summer breeze

Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees


And drink with my friends

In the Hammersmith Broadway

Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days



Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly

The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time

And the old men that were singing

When the roses bloom again

And turn like the leaves

To a new summertime



Now the winter comes down

I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

And I'm buggered to damnation

And I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London



Every time that I look on the first day of summer

Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT

And the drugged up psychos

With death in their eyes

And how all of this really

Means nothing to me



Now the winter comes down

I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

And I'm buggered to damnation

And I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London



Every time that I look on the first day of summer

Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT

And the drugged up psychos

With death in their eyes

And how all of this really

Means nothing to me



Now the winter comes down

I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

And I'm buggered to damnation

And I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

To wander the dark streets of London

To wander the dark streets of London