Текст песни: A Ball of Gold in a Blood Sky + перевод

What do you make of that

A ball of gold in a blood sky?

Do you see beauty there

A gloried light at the edge of night?

Or do I confuse despair

Too privileged now to care

Oh, this belief-killing country!

Have I forgotten the ones who died today?

Who’s to say

What do you make of them

The ones who live on the outside?

Are they the lucid few

Who fathom past lies that we hold fast?

It’s hard to like what they do

Frightened they’ll break our glue

My whole life I’ve known the answers

But now, the jury’s hung

And every vote has been swung

And the truth…

It’s on the tip of my tongue

So what I really want to know is

Oh, that ball of gold in the blood sky fading

Almost gone

Can’t you ask this question for me?

What do you make of us?

I have this hope that we matter

All things have consequences

That we should fight and defend this right

Yet, something shouts we’re all fools

Dying in beds and schools

The planet’s spinning for nothing

And that golden ball is now a blot

And you know what I think?

…I forgot

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