Текст Paul Simon – Thelma

If a baby is born and no one complains
Then it’s good luck running through young veins
And if life is a blessing that brushes the tops of the trees
Well it’s a short walk in a sweet breeze

I will need you, feed you
Seed you, plead with you
All for a taste of your sweet love, Thelma

If the heart is an open memory book
That was the chance I took
The more I searched
The more I shook for Thelma

Last night I slept on a rented pillow
A silver moon above my head
A thirsty dreamless sleep released me
And I reached for the phone by the side of the bed

Now the first time that I saw you I thought
She’s beautiful but she’s too young to be caught
People aware of my history
Trying to steer you away from me
I left a message at your hotel
Don’t let management poison the well

I will need you, feed you
Seed you, plead with you
All for a taste of your sweet love, Thelma

The phone is ringing and I realize
We are time zones and oceans apart
The words I speak in the middle of my night
Fall on your yesterday’s heart

If the sun don’t shine
If the wind don’t break

I will need you, feed you
Seed you, plead with you
Without the taste of your sweet love, Thelma
I am only a man who skirted the edge of despair
For a long time
And I don’t care

I watch you sleeping in a hospital bed
The baby curled up in a ball
Winter sunlight hits the family tree
And everything else becomes nothing at all