Из альбома: Streets of London
Hey little girl on the bicycle, wheels spin like they're
riding on air.
Hey little girl on the bicycle, wheels flash like the sun
in her hair.
And the wheels go round but the bike has stopped moving
Trees on the river move by her.
Hey little girl on the bicycle, sun blaze in her hair
like a flame,
And the river's reflecting her bicycle, and the reeds
whisper her name,
And the wheels go round but the bike has stopped moving,
Trees on the river move by her.
Hey little girl on the bicycle, dressed in white, the
trees were in green.
Sparkling cycling bicycle that moves through the trees
like a dream
And the wheels go round and the trees have stopped moving
Suddenly she is gone.
La, la, la ...