Текст песни: Baltimore + перевод

Never been to Baltimore

But I’ve seen The Wire and read Poe

Frost in effigy

And tried to dig Rembaud

Along the way I’ve been a foreigner

Nearly everywhere I go

Been known to drink all kinda wine

But never seen Bordeaux

Ulysses, he comes to me

With a bottleneck slide

Despite my genuine affinity

I’ve never made that thing cry

Doctor Benway, he says that life

It’s never something that you own

But a man who can pick up a frying pan

Can become death’s clone

I said that once to Sylvia

And she gave this morbid smile

And filled my glass up to the brim

And said, «Come sit with me a while»

This day she blooms, this day she wilts

And she’s no lady by damn sight

But if she tests my sweet temperance

I might be staying there tonight

There’s some things, Lord, I can’t live without

Though I try and try in vain

In the absence of their memory

I’d likely amount to the same

Lately I’ve been busy shooting down angels

With stolen bullets from a king

Now them angels ain’t nothing

But a waste of a good pair of wings

I’ll take the feathers and I’ll put one in my hat

For all the earthly world to see

When people ask me where I got it from

I’ll grin and give one to 'em free

In time, I know I’ll be called upon

And made to answer to myself

I’ll look Saint Peter straight in the eye and say

«I coulda used a little help»

Перевод песни Baltimore