О следам бесед о Лондоне

У каждого свой Лонжон, свой Париж, свой...

Мой Лондон - в этой довольно известной песенке. Я его люблю имено таким...

Have you seen the old man outside the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, his hands are loosely by his side,
Yesterday's papers with yesterday's news.

And how can you tell me you're lonely
Say for you that the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and I lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven,
Seats the same old man drinking tea on his own;
Gazing at the world across the rim of his tea-cup.
Each cup lasts an hour and he wanders home alone.

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London?
Old shoes on her feet and her clothing all in rags,
Gones the time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
Taking her world with her in two carrier bags.

Have you seen the old man outside the Seamen's Mission,
His memories all fading with the ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city, the rain falls down in pity,
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care.

And how can you tell me you're lonely
Say for you that the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and I lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind