Текст песни: Priest With Balloons + перевод

Not regular party size;

Waves crash on either side

He’s wearing polypropylene

Clutching at straws, holding onto string

What was he looking for —

Truth, or was it Heaven?

Or did he just want to go out with a bang

So to speak?

He’s put his helmet on

Steps out floats on into the sky

Goodbye!

It’s funny, but I can understand why:

I want to live where the traffic controllers

Are ballet dancers

And billboards painted over with colours;

Where unkindness is fined

In numbers of roses

And nobody feels like taking the commons

Nobody feels like taking the commons

While some were meant for sea, in tug-boats

'Round the shore’s knee

Milling with the sand

And always coming back to land

For others, up above

Is all they care to think of

Up there with the birds and clouds, and

Words don’t follow

There are times when I sit down to tea

Some well-meaning companion will ask me:

How’s it going with everything?

Quite nicely, but I want to live

Where the traffic controllers are

Ballet dancers

And billboards painted over with colours;

Where unkindness is fined

In numbers of roses

And nobody feels like taking the commons

Nobody feels like taking the commons

Nobody feels like taking the commons

'Though time has soldiered on

I still think upon him;

Waging with the sky, he’s crying Goodbye!

What was he looking for —

Truth or was it Heaven?

Or did he just want to go out with a bang

So to speak?

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