That leaves a trail of broken dreams.
Where have you been? - I hear you say.
I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe.
This is where the one who knows
Meets the one who doesn't care.
The cards of fate
The older shows
To the younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return.
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I wanna know what's new,
I wanna go with you.
What have you seen?
What do you know that's new?
Where are you going to -
'Cause I wanna go with you.
The cost is great, the price is high.
Take all you know, and say goodbye.
Your innocence, experience
Mean nothing now.
'Cause, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who doesn't care
Where have you been? - I hear you say, -
I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe.
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I wanna know what's new,
I wanna go with you.
What have you seen?
What do you know that's new?
Where are you going to -
'Cause I wanna go with you.
So meet me down at the Blue Cafe,
I say, meet me down
At the Blue Cafe.
Chris Rea
"Blue Cafe"
1998
"Chuzhie stihi" is "Somebody Else's Poetry" in Russian. The choice is hectic; the poems are posted absolutely voluntarily, according to my taste and daily impressions. Many of them I know by heart, regularly murmuring them in the course of my daydreaming, but often I fish out of the Net peculiar verses that tune into my current mood.
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Look deep inside the april face -
A change is clearly taking place...
Looking for the summer.
The eyes take on a certain gaze,
And leave behind the springtime days -
Go looking for the summer
This ain’t no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well,
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so -
Looking for the summer
Remember, love, how it was the same -
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains,
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away,
I’m still looking, looking for the summer.
Chris Rea
1990
Looking for the summer.
The eyes take on a certain gaze,
And leave behind the springtime days -
Go looking for the summer
This ain’t no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well,
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so -
Looking for the summer
Remember, love, how it was the same -
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains,
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away,
I’m still looking, looking for the summer.
Chris Rea
1990
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