America - Simon & Garfunkel

Sun coming up over New York city School bus driver in a traffic jam Starin' at the faces in her rearview mirror Looking at the promise of the Promised land A one kid dreams of fame and fortune One kid helps pay the rent One could end up going to prison One just might be president Only in America Dreaming in red, white, and blue Only in America Where we dream as big as we want to We all get a chance Everybody gets to dance Only in America Sun going down on an L.A. freeway Newlyweds in the back of a limousine A welder's son and a banker's daughter All they want is everything She came out here to be an actress He was a singer in a band They just might go back to Oklahoma And talk about the stars they could have been Only in America Dreaming in red, white, and blue Only in America Where we dream as big as we want to We all get a chance Everybody gets to dance Only in America Only in America Where we dream in red, white, and blue Only in America Where we dream as big as we want to We all get a chance Everybody gets to dance Only in America Yeah, only in America Only in America Yeah, they dream in red, white, and blue Yeah, we dream as big as we want to Only in America America Only in America

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world Glass breaks, the dimming lights, sweat, heat and profane debate The smart ones stay on the outside, while drunken heads and arms erupt Centered man, swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures odd A punk rock escapade, five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd We are the ones who must sport the position Cheap beer, trendy clicks, lesbian love is accepted and right Shaved heads meet hair in the mix, Blending the 80's and 90's with hate Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world Of the world Shows on, dates canceled, kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair Skin crusts against the cops, a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat Ringworm, crabs and lice, V.D, ecstasy, speed and horse A heaven, of unmatched importance An honor of sex to be stuck by the punk We are the ones who must sport the position Rich homes, with money and food, Abandoned for the bums on the street A lifestyle that's unexplainable, don't try and save what is all meant to be Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world If it is free, from a family that's seen, you can just keep it If you must beg, it's better instead, you must follow the etiquette - Fake You know when it rains you're in your bed at home You act so real when you are alone - Fake You better not let the mohawked crowd see, haha ya fuck Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings You must admit that you mimic the weaklings The trend is dead

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour