If the trials trials at hand Are really getting you down, We had a close call, I didn't even see it, Then another one, And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, It means shit to me now, Plants and animals... We're on a bender When it's 80 degrees at the end of December, What's going on, Only for you and me...
In a showing of hands, Who's going back to the south? We're hungry next thing I know, Been running, The blender and the lightning storm Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead, There comes a fork in the road, Pants have gotta go, We're on an island On the fourth of July, Looks like the tide Is going home...
In time I'll find A little way to your heart, Down to the general store For nothing specific, Gonna wash my bones In the Atlantic shore, Only for you and me..
Стандартное особенное Если накопившиеся проблемы Тянут на дно, То вспомни, как мы висели на волоске - А я и не заметил, Потом снова - И я вообще едва в это поверил...
И плевал я сейчас На слова всяких писак, Растения, животные вымирают... А мы пьяные в стельку по такой жаре - Плюс восемьдесят в конце декабря, И все, что происходит, Происходит только для нас двоих...
"Поднимите руки, Кто едет с нами на юг!" А дальше помню только, как мы жутко проголодались После долгого бега, А ураган, и молнии, и гром - Это всё замаскированные благословения, я уверен.
Мы заранее знаем: Скоро развилка дороги, И пора проститься со своими штанами, Мы встречаем на острове Четвертое июля*, А на этой волне нас, кажется, Вынесло бы прямо к дому...
Со временем я найду Короткий путь к твоему сердцу, В его стандартный отдел С пометкой "ничего особенного", Я дам своим костям хорошенько отмокнуть В водах у побережья Атлантики, Где будем только ты и я...
* - День Независимости в США. If the trials trials at hand Are really getting you down, We had a close call, I did not even see it, Then another one, And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, It means shit to me now, Plants and animals ... We're on a bender When it's 80 degrees at the end of December, What's going on, Only for you and me ...
In a showing of hands, Who's going back to the south? We're hungry next thing I know, Been running, The blender and the lightning storm Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead, There comes a fork in the road, Pants have gotta go, We're on an island On the fourth of July, Looks like the tide Is going home ...
In time I'll find A little way to your heart, Down to the general store For nothing specific, Gonna wash my bones In the Atlantic shore, Only for you and me ..
Standard Features If the accumulated problems Pulled to the bottom, Then remember how we hung in the balance - And I did not notice, Then again - And I do almost believed it ...
And now I spit Any hacks into words, Plants, animals are dying ... And we drunk as a lord in this heat - Eighty plus the end of December, And everything that happens, Occurs only for the two of us ...
& Quot; Raise your hands, Who goes south with us! & Quot; And then I remember only how we terribly hungry After a long run, A hurricane, and lightning, and thunder - It's all a blessing in disguise, I'm sure.
We know beforehand: Soon fork in the road, And it's time to say goodbye to his pants, We meet on the island Fourth of July * And this worries us, it seems Be issued directly to the house ...
Over time, I find Shortest way to your heart, In its standard department With a mark & quot; nothing special & quot ;, I will give a good soak your bones In the waters off the coast of the Atlantic, Where will you and me ...
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