слова песни Squeeze - Who Are You?
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I could smell the rain
Dripping through the fresh cut grass
I could spell your name
On the wet and steamed up glass
But you were just a name, a face I had conceived
As being beautiful, very beautiful
And so hard to believe
I could catch the drops
As they fell from on the roof
I could hardly stop
Feeling so long in the tooth
Before I had to guess at what you might be
And being beautiful, very beautiful
Is the face I still see
Who are you?
Imagination painted you
Who are you?
With its finest brush
Who are you?
Each stroke with tender love