Текст Melanie C – Another Hundred People

Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground,
While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around

It’s a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day
The ones who stay
Can find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never know.
«Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?»
«Did you get my message? ‘Cause I looked in vain.»
«Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn’t rain?»
«Look, I’ll call you in the morning or my service will explain.»
And another hundred people just got off of the train.

It’s a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day
Some go away