Перевод песни Flawless (Go to the City) - George Michael

Cause you’re beautiful (Like no other)

‘Cause you’re beautiful (Maybe tonight, they’ll see you tonight)

Beautiful, beautiful

And it’s no good waiting by the window

It’s no good waiting for the sun

Please believe me, the things you dream of

They don’t fall in the laps of no one

And it’s no good…Waiting, waiting

And it’s no good…Waiting

You’ve got to go to the city

Always the same

Always the same dreams yeah yeah

Always the same (yes you’re movin’ up)

Well you’ve got to think of something

‘Cause your job pays you nothing

But you’ve got the things God gave you

So the music may yet be your saviour

Got to be a way, some way

Got to be some way to make your way to the light (all the girls say)

Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, maybe tonight

And it’s always the same

Always the same dreams yeah yeah

Always the same (yes you’re movin’ up)

You’re beautiful, you are, and you know it

You’re wasted here, you’re a star

In this small town of hand-me-downs who don’t even know it

Sometimes it brings you down

Sometimes it eats you up

Sometimes you think that your head’s going to blow

It doesn’t get better

Don’t you know, you’ve got to go to the city

You’ve got to reach the other side of the glass

I think you’ll make it in the city baby

I think you know that you are more than just

Some fucked up piece of ass

Got to be a way, some way

Got to be some way to make your way to the light (all the boys say)

Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight

They’ll see you tonight

And it’s always the same

Always the same

Always the same dreams yeah yeah

Always the same (yes you’re movin’ up)

‘Cause you’re beautiful (like no other)

‘Cause you’re beautiful (take me, make me)

‘Cause you’re beautiful (maybe tonight, they’ll see you tonight)

Beautiful…beautiful

And it’s no good waiting by the window

It’s no good waiting for the sun

Please believe me, the things you dream of

They don’t fall in the laps of no- one

And it’s no good…Waiting, waiting

And it’s no good…Waiting

You’ve got to go to the city

You’ve got to go to the city

They’re going to find you there

‘Cause you’re beautiful

‘Cause you’re beautiful

Sometimes it brings you down

Sometimes it eats you up

Sometimes you think that your head’s going to blow and

It doesn’t get better…

Don’t you know, you’ve got to go to the city

You’ve got to reach the other side of the glass

I think you’ll make it in the city baby

I think you know that you are more than just

Some fucked up piece of ass

More than just…

Sid you’ve got to think of something

‘Cause your job pays you nothing

But you’ve got the things God gave you

So the music may yet be your saviour

Do you want a saviour, saviour

Say that you do

You know you’re wasted here, wasted here

And there ain’t no miracles happening any time soon