Текст песни: Ghosts + перевод

The air is heavy,

and the lights lead somewhere far away.

And the night is, uh… powdered!

And I’m headed into another black coffee dawn.

Nights like this I feel the weight of history,

and I hear somebody explaining it in my ear up close —

all these obligations.

The coffee cup —

that one with the lipstick stain —

is on my mind.

A dried coffee ring, a ring around the moon,

and neon in a haze.

I figured that tears is nothing,

when I see a floodplain stretch out harsh in the moonlight —

And the river of blood that flows thru it.

They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year and built up a new one,

but I will not cross that bridge.

I know why.

And I don’t know.

I know.

And I don’t know.

In a way it had to end.

There comes a time when people don’t understand,

when the stones will speak in a strange language.

And all those dreams,

all those fears and hopes,

won’t make any sense any more.

Something tired,

something weary,

something hurt hangs in the air —

fearsome,

terrible!

And they leave the lights on in this town all night,

for fear of the darkness.

When you’re young you learn to love the thing that is despised,

that is unloved itself,

and unwanted.

And you may come to dream a dream,

and see a vision of a future that will never be.

But what if the vision is too strong,

and the vision comes at an age that’s too young?

So what does happen to the dream deferred?

Does it shrivel like a raisin in the sun?

I know.

And I don’t know.

We all live in ghost towns one way or the other.

Each of us lives in a ghost town.

And they leave the lights on in this town all night,

for fear of the darkness.

And a radio is playing all night,

for the fear of silence —

the silence of someone’s thoughts.

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