Перевод песни Owen – A Trenchant Critique

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You said that you finally heard the voices in my head
Or at least I think you did
I'm so easily confused, an inebriated fool
Who doesn't know his right from left or often right from wrong
Once said and I quote, I just read this thing that you wrote in college
A trenchant critique of anthropology
Being accepted as a social science
And not the art of educated observation
And all the things that we can learn about ourselves
In the context of someone else
Another vaguely remembers swimming naked with strangers
One summer night on that ill fated tour
Well, those were formative years
And maybe that's why I like to drink my beers warm
I like to take my pants off, I like a little ink on my girl
I always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home