Текст песни: Old Cardiff Winds + перевод

Sob stories unfold

The end of Connaught Road

You hear the smashing of windows

In the still of the night

The men of Plasnewydd

With cars and guns to play with

Under a shady terrace

Go on undisturbed

Gonna need a bigger rug

To hide all you featherweight thugs

Peoples proud and picaresque

Make way for the picturesque

Gonna need more paper

To cover the crannies and cracks

Hide the destitute and dispossessed

Lay the old world down to rest

But oh, don’t you wish you’d been there?

There brushing steam from your hair

There with the gulls bickering

On old Cardiff winds

Pen-Y-Lan slumbers

City Road rumbles

Lonely sex workers stumble

And dealers cavort

The African barbers

Home to a snake charmer

Oh, I think they’d probably harm us

If you crossed their path

Glory be to shopping centres

God give us Marks & Spencers

Breathe life back into the streets

With capitalist ventures

There came a razing tide

Pushed the people to the side

Washed away the riff raff

Forever up the river Taff

But oh, don’t you wish you’d been there?

There brushing steam from your hair

There with the gulls bickering

On old Cardiff winds

Oh, there with the gulls bickering

On old Cardiff winds

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