Downing Street, adieu, ich muß geh'n.
Die weißen Rosen sind verblüht.
Was wird gescheh'n ?
Ich wär' so gern geblieben,
Downing Street, adieu.
Es war Juni in UK.
Der letzte Abend war so leer.
Sie fragte ihn: "Wann kommst Du wieder ?"
Da sagte er: "Vielleicht nie mehr".
Downing Street, adieu, ich muß geh'n.
Die weißen Rosen sind verblüht.
Was wird gescheh'n ?
Ich wär' so gern geblieben,
Downing Street, adieu.
Ein fremder Wind weht über's Meer
und morgen sind wir schon allein.
Komm laß' uns tanzen, wergiß' die Sorgen,
es wird vielleicht nie mehr so sein.
Downing Street, adieu, ich muß geh'n.
Die weißen Rosen sind verblüht.
Was wird gescheh'n ?
Ich wär' so gern geblieben,
Downing Street, adieu.. La la la la la, la...
Farewell to old England forever
Farewell to my rum culls as well
Farewell to the well known Old Bailey
Where I used for to cut such a swell
Singing Tooral liooral liaddity
Singing Tooral liooral liay
Singing Tooral liooral liaddity
And we're bound for Botany Bay
There's the captain as is our commander
There's the bosun and all the ship's crew
There's the first and the second class passengers
Knows what we poor convicts go through
Taint leaving old England we cares about
Taint cos we mis-spells what we knows
But because all we light fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes
These seven long years I've been serving now
And seven long more have to stay
All for bashing a bloke down our alley
And taking his ticker away
Oh had I the wings of a turtle dove
I'd soar on my pinions so high
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love
And in her sweet presence I'd die
Now all my young Dookies and Dutchesses
Take warning from what I've to say
Mind all is your own as you toucheses
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay
Patheticus (Gast) - 24. Jun, 17:36
Don't cry for me Great Britannia
Don't cry for me Great Britannia
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions
They promise to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Great Britannia
Don't cry for me Great Britannia
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Have I said to much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do
Is look at me to know
That every word is true
Don't
Now there'll be no turning back
Voices out of sight, "Don't do it"
Too many men have failed before...
Now there'll be no turning back
Beware that hooded old man at the rudder
And then the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared
And people calling out his name
And dancing bones that jabbered and a-moaned
On the water