Текст песни: The Suffering of Pepe O'Malley, Pt. III + перевод

Dear Madeline

I am a tightrope walker from Barceona, Spain

Sometimes I lose my balance, and you complain

But you’ll always be, you’ll always be my

Dear Madeline

If I afford the fare, can you meet me in London

With your Bible in Trafalgar Square?

'Cause when you left me here

My tears rolled by like taxis on Bloor Street

At 10 P.M. on a Friday night

Dear Emily

I am a gargoyle carver from Florence, Italy

Sometimes the chisel slips and I forget your malady

But you’ll always be, you’ll always be my

Dear Emily

If I afford the fare, can can you meet me in Dublin

With your compass and a smoke to spare?

There’s only boozehounds here

So I won’t be home for Christmas or New Year

But you’ll always be, you’ll always be my Dear Emily

She said, «I want to die in Vienna, listening to a moonlight sonata.»