Текст песни The Beatles — Eleanor Rigby
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the facethat she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the facethat she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
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Текст песни 137 — The Beatles — Eleanor Rigby рассказывает о двух одиноких людях, Элеанор Ригби и отце Маккензи. Элеанор живет в мечтах, подбирает зерно на церковной свадьбе, носит лицо в банке у двери. Но для кого? Она умерла одинокой и похоронена со своим именем, когда никто не пришел. Отец Маккензи пишет слова проповеди, которую никто не услышит, и дерет носки в одиночестве. Но никому это не важно. Песня о том, откуда берутся все одинокие люди и куда они принадлежат. Она вызывает настоящее сострадание к тем, кто живет в своих маленьких мирах, не встречая понимания или поддержки от окружающих. Это история об одиночестве, потерях и недопонимании, которые переплетаются в жизни каждого из нас..