When he rushes headlong
In flood of rain and tears
Only the crowd in the 7th heaven
Makes him still stay here
The red taste of risk
Appears and disappears
This highway glides along the trail of stars
Obedient to the rhythm of his hands
Seven miles of dreamland
Is spinning under the wheels again
This highway’s deep swoosh
Is kindly purring him to sleep
And the tears of broken hearts
Erode the asphalt of dull days
And he’s waiting
He’s still waiting
He’s counting days patiently and he
Appears and disappears
So pretty – amerykańka pan
He’s found this road’s all ends
Was drawing maps of other routes
He knows of better countries too
Some wonder has he promised her
And she’s waiting
She’s still waiting
She’s counting days patiently and he
Appears and disappears
So pretty – amerykańska pan
May he take her with him at last
It almost rhymes at some points
Lombard - Mister of America (Polish to English)
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