Текст песни: Burlesque + перевод

One day you’ll be dying of triple throat cancer. .. ha ha

God, the vindictive old sod, will screw you for an answer. .. ha ha

When you were young and a singer-romancer, music was forever. .. ha ha

Here’s a copy of the contract you signed at the time

To say you knew what you bartered. .. ha ha

I’m writing this in case you get bitter and twisted

Coughing on your death-bed. .. ha ha

So when you’re in life’s last sordid process

You’ll sing like Mozart. .. ha ha

This is a song for the glorious drunkards —

Li Po and J. Stone (claimed by the real world)

For anyone who doesn’t like the world they were born in

Who will build a fire on main street, and shoot it full of holes

One day you’ll be dying of triple throat cancer. .. ha ha

God, the vindictive old sod, will screw you for an answer. .. ha ha

When you were young and a singer-romancer, music was forever. .. ha ha

Here’s a copy of the contract you signed at the time

To say you knew what you bartered. .. ha ha

I’m writing this in case you get bitter and twisted

Coughing on your death-bed. .. ha ha

So when you’re in life’s last sordid process

You’ll sing like Mozart. .. ha ha

This is a song for the glorious drunkards —

Li Po and J. Stone (claimed by the real world)

For anyone who doesn’t like the world they were born in

Who will build a fire on main street, and shoot it full of holes

Перевод песни Burlesque