Перевод песни The Blood Brothers – Street Wars/Exotic Foxholes

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Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone?
Whose streets have you walked on?
Who did you meet?
What did they say?
Is the world just a foxhole you watch from?
Brass boots saw the war we're winning dramatized on leering tv screens
Brittle moons breaking, giant swans pecking at all the free flesh
C'mon, c'mon, let's run to the cracked open sun
C'mon, c'mon, lets run to the ten-story gun
Brass boots saw those trench-eyed preteens spraypainting fangs onto sanitized
dreams;
Rich, rich, blackbirds falling asleep in broken bottle hot tubs
Brass boots saw everybody laughing, saw everybody sleeping;
And death's grin grown men cleaving million dollar debts from the bank of their
own skin
C'mon, c'mon, lets run to the cracked open sun
C'mon, c'mon, lets run
The birds are burning down