Bojtorján - Boxer dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Bojtorján - Boxer dalszöveg lyrics]
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la-lie
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But, I get no offers just a come-on from the
Whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times
When I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there lie la-lie
Now the years are rolling by me
The are rocking easily
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be
But that's not unusual no, it isn't strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the remainders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains lie la-lie
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la-lie
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But, I get no offers just a come-on from the
Whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times
When I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there lie la-lie
Now the years are rolling by me
The are rocking easily
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be
But that's not unusual no, it isn't strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the remainders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains lie la-lie