Soft parachutes — текст песни (Paul Simon)

Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes

Last year as a senior
In Emerson High school
I had me a girlfriend
We used to get high
Now I am flyin
Down some Vietnam highway
Don`t ask me the reason
God only knows why

Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes