Перевод песни Dire Straits – Portobello Belle

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Bella donna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got a turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Bella donna lingers
Her gloves ain't got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man sing in Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Oh but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
Yes and the barrow boys are hawking
And the parakeet's squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae rumble
Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box or your buttonhole
Yes and she sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you, Portobello Belle