Блииин... уже второй день в голове каша.... думаю, кому оно надо и надо ли вообще... Спросите, что такое "оно"? Не спросите?... А я всё равно отвечу! оно-это всё... что я делаю... думаю... вот вроде кому-то нафиг надо и толку с моей дурной головы ноль... А с другой стороны... получается, что мне надо, если я что-то делаю... или думаю... не знаю... А что я вообще знаю? да ровным счётом, ничего существенного... ничего интересного... даже жизнь Элеонор Ригби была куда интереснее, чем моя...


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 face that 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?