Перевод песни Frog Eyes – Masticated Outboard Motors

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What is a city without lines, a forest floor?
With some children that don't work no more
I am the bush that peeks through blinds
Don't fall behind, rain makes their sheets
For high-tide bakers who bake fancy cakes for magistrative sensitives
And anyone who is for the dis-connective gestures of the front line blue blood
pedlars
Sign off, their mothers abodes
Oh hold the lines, the ferries are sinking
Set upon, wait, your face
I fought the radar, I fought the radar
Isle of Paul, the backs are breakers
Anyone you're thinking of?
We come from cities, we built the cities
Oh what is a charter without maids?
While the beaches are cold
Oh set the branches so they burn like gold
And bold sensations for the broken house urchins
Buy their shells, I thought about, I thought about it
Ferries and bowlers and maybe we're fated for the bottom
Frozen lake, love sons of divorce
I feel my kind, I feel my kind is beating blood upon night's door
What for, tell me dear what for, what for? la da da
Oh hold the lines and blow your feathers
And ripe for the birthing
And I fought the radar, I fought the radar
The city you live in is a magistrative nightmare famous lakes
Oh I burned the backseats and we'll burn the backseats
Oh hold the lines, the ferry boats sinking
And set upon, wait, your face
I fought the radar and I fought the radar
Oh Isle of Paul, the backs are breakers
Anyone you're thinking of?
We come from cities and we built the cities
Oh mastication, we hate the front lines
Oh mastication, we hate the front lines
Oh mastication, we hate the front lines
Oh mastication, we hate the front lines
We hate them