Jack Bruce
Текст песни Timeslip

Leaves falling
Face down on the ground
Lie in the rusty crowd
That waits in the pouring rain
By the pavements of grey
In autumn days
Days spending tie
Outside the place of laughter

Brave weddings
On summer mornings
Gardens of proud husbands
That wait in the silver sun
As the fields come awake
Lost summer days
Days spending time
Making the songs of laughter

Time slipping, time slipping