Текст Glen Campbell – Postcard From Paris

Dear friend of my mine
Weather’s fine
Today, I saw some ruins
Of the Roman world’s decline

And I climbed all those Spanish steps
You’ve heard of them no doubt
But Rome has lost its glory
I don’t know what it’s about

I wish you were here
When the shadows fall
And all the rushing traffic’s still

I wish you were here
When the bells are ringing
On the seven hills

I make my way to a small cafe
I wonder what you did today
Wish you were here

Dear one at home
I just flew in from Rome
And Paris is a postcard
All decked out in color chrome

And so, I climbed the Eiffel Tower
And prayed at Notre Dame
But I just can’t find the romance
And I wonder why I came

I wish you were here
On the Champs Elysees
Lovers walk hand in hand

I wish you were here
They take one look at me

This city of light is a lovely site
The first bright star I see tonight
Wish you were here

Now, I write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
And wondering why
Two people got so far apart

I wish you were here
Here in London
Where the rain the pouring down

I wish you were here
On this airplane
Headed back to New York Town

I’ll never leave you alone again
I’m coming home but until then
Wish you were here

I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here

I wish you were here