San Tropez — текст песни (Pink Floyd)

As I reach for a peachSlide a rind down behindThe sofa in San
Tropez.Breakin` a stickwith a brick on the sand.Ridin` a waveIn
the wake of an old sedan.
Sleepin` alone in theDrone of the darkness,Scratched by the sand
thatFell from my love,Deep in my dreams and IStill hear her callin`If
you`re alone,I`ll come home.
Backward and homebound,The pigeon, the dove,Gone with the windAnd
the rain, on an airplane.Owning a homeWith no silver spoon,I`m
drinking champagneLike a good tycoon.
Sooner than wait forA break in the weather,I`ll gather my far-flungThoughts
together.Speeding awayOn the wind to a new day.And if you`re
aloneI`ll come home.
And I pause for a whileBy a country styleAnd listen to the things
they say.Diggin` for goldWith a hoe in my hand.Open a bookTake
a look at the way things stand.
And you`re leading me downTo the place by the sea.I hear your
soft voiceCalling to me.Making a date forLater by phoneAnd if
you`re aloneI`ll come home.