
Let it Be v.2
numanpi· 3:21 · 66 plays · v3-preview
- liquid funk
- duduk
- piano
- finger snaps
- folk
- backing vocals
- string arrangements
- violin
- double bass
- melancholic
- electric sitar
- electric guitar
- minimal drum and bass
Lyrics
Verse 1
It's decided now, no turning back, I know
I left the fields I loved, let the winds blow
The poplars won't sing with their winged leaves above
They'll rustle alone, in the cold, lonely grove
Chorus
I'm the same as the lost, I've gone too far
There's no way back now, beneath this dark star
I belong to the streets, to the smoke and the din
A doomed man in a city that pulls me in
Verse 2
The low house will slump without me, I can see
My old dog is long dead, silent by the tree
On Moscow's crooked streets, tangled and worn
To die here was written, fated, since I was born
Chorus
I'm the same as the lost, I've gone too far
There's no way back now, beneath this dark star
I belong to the streets, to the smoke and the din
A doomed man in a city that pulls me in
Verse 3
I love this elm‑lined city, though it's grown so old
Sagging and weary, stories untold
Golden, drowsy Asia rests on the domes above
Sleeping in the twilight, wrapped in quiet love
Verse 4
And when the moon shines at night, God knows how it gleams
I walk with my head hung low, lost in my dreams
Through narrow alleys, to a tavern I know
Where the shadows are deepest, where the outcasts go
Bridge
Noise and chaos in that dreadful den
But I read my verses to the fallen women again
Drink with the outlaws, burn the night away
While my heart beats faster, stealing what I can't repay
Verse 5
My pulse races faster, words come out wrong
I say, "I'm just like you, lost and gone"
No escape now, the path is set and sealed
This is who I am, this is all I've wielded
Chorus
I'm the same as the lost, I've gone too far
There's no way back now, beneath this dark star
I belong to the streets, to the smoke and the din
A doomed man in a city that pulls me in
Verse 6
The low house will slump without me, I can see
My old dog is long dead, silent by the tree
On City's crooked streets, tangled and worn
To die here was written, fated, since I was born
Outro
No return...
No way home...
Just the city's cold embrace.
I've made my choice.
Let it be.
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