Из альбома: Lucky Jim
The rain has arrived at last
For which we had waited
The hawkers have packed up their stands
Nothing to be traded
The soviets beside the quay
Run back to the freighter
The terrace of the Rex Hotel
Is closed by the waiters
We need you, oh Lucky Jim
Where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
Your mistress has left her home
Gone back to the dances
The smoking dens are starting up
For life's own enhancing
Nobody goes to the war
Since there's none to go to
We just sit around the caf