If the trials trials at hand
Are really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I didn't even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals...
We're on a bender
When it's 80 degrees at the end of December,
What's going on,
Only for you and me...
In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running,
The blender and the lightning storm
Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead,
There comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go,
We're on an island
On the fourth of July,
Looks like the tide
Is going home...
In time I'll find
A little way to your heart,
Down to the general store
For nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones
In the Atlantic shore,
Only for you and me..
Стандартное особенное
Если накопившиеся проблемы
Тянут на дно,
То вспомни, как мы висели на волоске -
А я и не заметил,
Потом снова -
И я вообще едва в это поверил...
И плевал я сейчас
На слова всяких писак,
Растения, животные вымирают...
А мы пьяные в стельку по такой жаре -
Плюс восемьдесят в конце декабря,
И все, что происходит,
Происходит только для нас двоих...
"Поднимите руки,
Кто едет с нами на юг!"
А дальше помню только, как мы жутко проголодались
После долгого бега,
А ураган, и молнии, и гром -
Это всё замаскированные благословения, я уверен.
Мы заранее знаем:
Скоро развилка дороги,
И пора проститься со своими штанами,
Мы встречаем на острове
Четвертое июля*,
А на этой волне нас, кажется,
Вынесло бы прямо к дому...
Со временем я найду
Короткий путь к твоему сердцу,
В его стандартный отдел
С пометкой "ничего особенного",
Я дам своим костям хорошенько отмокнуть
В водах у побережья Атлантики,
Где будем только ты и я...
* - День Независимости в США. If the trials trials at hand
It is really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I did not even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals ...
We're on a bender
When it's 80 degrees at the end of December,
What's going on,
Only for you and me ...
In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running,
The blender and the lightning storm
Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead,
There comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go,
We're on an island
On the fourth of July,
Looks like the tide
I am going home ...
In time I'll find
A little way to your heart,
Down to the general store
For nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones
In the Atlantic shore,
Only for you and me ..
Standard features
If the accumulated problems
Pulled to the bottom,
I remembered how we were hanging by a thread -
And I did not notice,
Then again -
And I do almost believed it ...
And I'm spitting
In the words of any hacks,
Plants, animals are dying ...
And we drunk as a lord in this heat -
Plus eighty in late December,
And everything that happens,
There is only the two of us ...
& quot; Raise your hands,
Who goes south with us! & Quot;
And then I remember only how we terribly hungry
After a long run,
A hurricane, and lightning, and thunder -
It's a blessing in disguise, I'm sure.
We know beforehand:
Soon fork in the road,
And it's time to say goodbye to his pants,
We meet on the island
Fourth of July *
And this worries us, it seems,
Be issued directly to the house ...
Eventually I will find
The short way to your heart,
In its standard department
With a mark & quot; nothing special & quot ;,
I will give your bones a good soak
In the waters off the coast of the Atlantic,
Where will you and me ...
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