Текст песни Bowie, David - Memory of a Free Festival

MEMORY OF  FREE FESTIVAL from Space Oddity 

The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our hands it was God's land
It was ragged and naive it was Heaven

Touch, We touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop 
Of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love upon a white balloon
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops 
That man has pushed beyond his brain
Satori must be something just the same

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes 
And saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard 
But the Captain shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And We walked back to the road, unchained

WEIRD BIT

The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party, ah ah ah
The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party, ah ah ah
The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party, ah ah ah
The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party, ah ah ah

Repeat until fade out...