Lirieke: Pet Shop Boys. Bilingual. The Survivors.
Cross a windy bridge
One winter night
Past Embankment Gardens
Enter warmth and light
Face the music
(It's never easy)
Forget the chill
Face the future
(It's never easy)
Find the will
If life is worth living, it's got to be done
One might be forgiven for thinking it's a life on the run
Many roads will cross through many lives
But somehow you survive
Look around
Picture what's in store
Is this the final edit
Or is the subject now a bore?
Don't shrug your shoulders
(It's always easy)
You can't ignore that life is worth living
It's still worth a damn
One might be forgiven for thinking
It's something of a shame
Many words may make it sound contrived
But somehow we're alive
(The survivors)
Our heads bowed
(The survivors)
At memorials for other faces in the crowd
Teachers and artists
(It's never easy)
And Saturday girls
In suits or sequins
(It's never easy)
Or twin sets and pearls
If life is worth living it's got to be run
As a means of giving not as a race to be won
Many roads will run through many lives
But somehow we'll arrive
Many roads will run through many lives
But somewhere we'll survive
One winter night
Past Embankment Gardens
Enter warmth and light
Face the music
(It's never easy)
Forget the chill
Face the future
(It's never easy)
Find the will
If life is worth living, it's got to be done
One might be forgiven for thinking it's a life on the run
Many roads will cross through many lives
But somehow you survive
Look around
Picture what's in store
Is this the final edit
Or is the subject now a bore?
Don't shrug your shoulders
(It's always easy)
You can't ignore that life is worth living
It's still worth a damn
One might be forgiven for thinking
It's something of a shame
Many words may make it sound contrived
But somehow we're alive
(The survivors)
Our heads bowed
(The survivors)
At memorials for other faces in the crowd
Teachers and artists
(It's never easy)
And Saturday girls
In suits or sequins
(It's never easy)
Or twin sets and pearls
If life is worth living it's got to be run
As a means of giving not as a race to be won
Many roads will run through many lives
But somehow we'll arrive
Many roads will run through many lives
But somewhere we'll survive
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