This is Not America — текст песни (David Bowie)

A little piece of you

The little peace in me

Will die

For this is not america



Blossom falls to bloom

This season

Promise not to stare

Too long

For this is not a miracle



There was a time

A storm that blew so pure

For this could be the biggest sky

And I could have

The faintest idea



Snowman melting

From the inside

Falcon spirals

To the ground

So bloody red

Tomorrows clouds



A little piece of you

The little piece in me

Will die

For this is not america



There was a time

A wind that blew so young

For this could be the biggest sky

And I could have the faintest idea



This could be the biggest sky

This could be a miracle

This could be etc