Happy New Year
A | Asus2 E/A | A E/A | 2x A Bm7b5 No more champagne A C#m7 And the fireworks are through D A/C# Here we are, me and you Bm7b5 E9sus4 E Feeling lost and feeling blue. A Bm7b5 It's the end of the party A/C# C#m7 And the morning seems so grey D A/C# So unlike yesterday Dm7 E9sus4 E Now's the time for us to say. Chorus: A C#7 Happy new year, happy new year. F#m D F#7 May we all have a vision now and then Hm7 E Of a world where every neighbour is a friend A C#7 Happy new year, happy new year. F#m D F#7 May we all have our hopes, our will to try Hm7 E If we don't, we might as well lay down and die Hm E You and I. Sometimes I see How the brave new world arrives And I see How it thrives In the ashes of our lives Oh yes, man is a fool And he thinks he'll be ok Dragging on (ooh) Feet of clay (ooh) Never knowing he's astray Keeps on going Anyway Chorus. Seems to me now That the dreams we had before Are all dead Nothing more Than confetti on the floor It's the end (end) Of a decade In another ten years time Who can say (ooh) What we'll find (ooh) What lies waiting Down the line In the end of Eighty-nine? Chorus.
Текст песни:
No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue.
It’s the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now’s the time for us to say.
Chorus:
Happy new year, happy new year.
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year, happy new year.
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t, we might as well lay down and die
You and I.
Sometimes I see
How the brave new world arrives
And I see
How it thrives
In the ashes of our lives
Oh yes, man is a fool
And he thinks he’ll be ok
Dragging on (ooh)
Feet of clay (ooh)
Never knowing he’s astray
Keeps on going
Anyway
Chorus.
Seems to me now
That the dreams we had before
Are all dead
Nothing more
Than confetti on the floor
It’s the end (end)
Of a decade
In another ten years time
Who can say (ooh)
What we’ll find (ooh)
What lies waiting
Down the line
In the end of
Eighty-nine?
Chorus.