Текст песни: The Americans + перевод

The way you talk could always make a fool of me Studying the patterns of your speech

I was imagining a world just out of reach but brilliant, still

And you were fumbling for something in your purse

Wondering if things could get much worse

And if you’d find a cure for all your endless ills

There was a sound coming out of the way

That you looked at me the day that we met

Birds on the roof

Cackle words like the pages of books upturned

We were there and then we left

With whiskey, blood and breath

And the typical duress of being alive

You thought the band was out of tune and overdressed

Just your typical American b.s.

There was a sound at the edge of your lips

And the corners of your mouth

The day that I left

Birds on the roof mutter names out of context

And summer burns down

With a fluttering sound

I was another rubber band around your wrist

Staring at the stairway where we kissed were you

Imagining a world that don’t exist and never will,

Or were you looking for my number in your purse?

Light another cigarette

And sing and curse

Until the dancefloor dreams and the world is still.

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