Тексты песен Mark Knopfler

This empty kitchen's where I'd while away the hours Just next to my old chair You'd usually have some flowers The shelves of books Even the picture hooks Everything is gone But my heart is hanging on

Don't leave me don't leave me I'm begging of you My prescious, my only sweet girl Don't leave me don't leave me I'll die if you do And you're all that I have in the world You're all that I have in the

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day youll return to Your valleys and your farms And youll no longer burn To

Its time to come away, my darling pretty Its time to come away on the changing tide Time to come away, darling pretty And I need you darling by my side Heal me with a smile, darling pretty

Weve paid in hell since moscow burned As cossacks tear us piece by piece Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues Though death would be a sweet release And our grande arme is dressed in rags

We only knew each other by letter I went to meet her off the train When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still She was standing there and speaking my name I guarantee she looked like an angel I

On your maypole green See the winding morrismen Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken Waving hankies, sticks and books All the earthen roofs Standing at the crease The batsman takes a look around The boys are fie

Big black cloud On a yellow plain Sure enough it Looks like rain Packing up all our Faith and trust Me and the wanderlust Open window Empty bed and chair Who’s that callin‘ Ain’t nobody there I look b

The drinking dens are spilling out Theres staggering in the square Theres lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters in the queu

Baby I see this world has made you sad Some people can be bad The things they do, the things they say But baby Ill wipe away those bitter tears Ill chase away those restless fears That

All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs Theyre all doing