Текст песни: The Tramps of Taro Sound + перевод

The Tramps of Taro Sound

Sit and watch the wind

Running ships aground

They give no warning cries

But they charge no fare

So, I guess it’s alright

Living off the spoils of the war

I sold my wife and children

For a trench along the shore

As the ships go down

No one talks about

The other side of town…

They’re handing trophies out to all young things

Who can distract their country for the King

And keep the vultures occupied

Over in the reservoir

Another debutante

Is readied for his grand departure

The Elders of the Last Regime

Watch from the wings

And make sure that every exit’s covered

Then they fill him with slaughterhouse gin

And forty counts of brine

In memory of the Wheezing Ulcers

As he sails into the sound

There are no holidays

On the other side of town…

After we’ve had our fun

And the spoils are long gone

Can’t shake the phlegm of paranoia

The wind rails and screams

As we try to keep our ship

Together at the seams

But it soon disintegrates

And we see their throbbing eyes

Watching from the banks

They gave no warning cries

But they charged no fare —

So, I guess it’s alright

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