Перевод: Huizar. Welcome To My Apocalypse.
Перевод: Huizar. Ад Выжившие.
Перевод: Huizar. Нет перемирия.
Такое темное небо и мокрый асфальт, Я летела над домами, всё было во мне, Ты не плачь, даже если разбитое сердце болит. Посмотрела в глаза, а там совсем
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn The spirit of jackson Now screams through tha ruins
С тех пор, как сгорели дома, Легко и светло им на свете Случается, что иногда Два Солнца им светят. Они утоляют женьшенем Жажду, не ведая сами, Что любит
I Ты осталась дома, Ты сидишь одна Ни друзей, ни подруг Ты никому не нужна Даже лучший друг Больше не придет Ты привыкла к тому, Что тебе не везёт Только
White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the
In beautiful houses With beautiful gardens And beautiful friends inside And I stand all alone That rain falling down I stare at your window and I cry
Outside it's cold I'm walking down the road Which changed a lot since I passed it Here where now and then A bright light shines Was it a little while
I just dropped in to see you all I'll only stay awhile I want to hear how you're getting on I want to see you smile I'm happy to be back again And greet
Well, I found a bunch of letters They were written for the fellow Who broke your momma's heart And the envelope folds Smelled of her ancient perfume
There's a black man with a black cat Livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks that he's
Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it's
Nine houses faith built and all of us, all of us abuse them Nine houses faith built and all of us, all of us must use them For if we do then we can make
So what if I was just a painter Painting houses on the rich blue coast Would you ever try to leave me For somebody who deserves you most? 'Cause darling
IF HOUSES HAD HEARTS Writers Charlie Williams and Joe Nixon) Copyright 1970 If houses had hearts and feelings like people do Our house would cry its
