
Let it Be v.1
numanpi· 3:14 · 60 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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