Текст песни: The Wednesday Boys + перевод

Cut it loose. Cut it loose

For Christ’s sake, dig it out and cut it loose

The rueful treasure in your chest, the buried child that’s of no use

The bitter gilded stupid sorrow so staunchly unsurrendered

From that hollow part that once held a heart

Tune it out. Tune it out

Turn it off. No one is even listening

Even to a kind, kind friend, it only sounds like pissing

You’ve been betrayed again and again by a restive, unforgiving brain

And by those songs that always seem to make it fucking rain

I ain’t going down this time

You can’t bring me down again. This time it’s mine

I’ve no more room for shadows

I’ve no more time for that kind of noise

Say good-bye to one of your Wednesday boys

Look again. Look again into that mirror

Cross yourself down and count to ten

The stranger in that unkind glass ain’t never been no real good friend

Although you both could stand a real good talking to

Would he listen this time?

Ask yourself, would you?

So cut it out. Cut it out

Come no nearer, not even for that one last look

Step of the shadows. Lift the chin up off the hook

Leave behind the songs that always make it rain

And all those holes where you earth your poisoned honeyed pain

I’m ain’t going down this time

You can’t bring me down again. This time it’s mine

I’ve no more room for shadows

I’ve no more time for this kind of noise

Say good-bye to one of your Wednesday boys

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