Вспоминая Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green fields from a cold steel rain? Smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade, your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes from trees? Hot air from a cool breeze? Cold comfort from changes? And did you exchange Walk on part on the war for lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here! We are just two lost souls Swimming like a fish bowl. Years after years running over the same old ground What have we found. The same old fears. Wish you were here.