Перевод песни She Wants Revenge – ...And A Song For Los Angeles

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10 past 7, the streets are cold eyes,
watching ahead of them
With no good reason and not break down,
she sighs and stares at the overpass
Full of all the reasons she's leaving town
she swears that it will be better then
If only she could see it'll follow her always
and then it's suddenly overcast
Love your troubled ways
we can make them all mine
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
of a city where the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine
a million little white lights
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights
And the voices cry, «Lover, it'll be all right!»
Fair, young city of privilege, make-believe
until it becomes true
Following in the traces of someone else's lies
but it doesn't become you
She said, «It's not a full moon yet,»
and, her body, it seems to agree
There's a map to the stars on the sidewalk,
though I don't know what you hope to see.
Love your troubled ways
we can make them all mine
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
of a city where the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine
a million little white lights
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights
Still the voices cry, «Lover, it will be alright!»
She misses the seasons and stay at home nights
Man, you should have seen her
bathed in sunset, red lights
Please tell her, «I love her»
but the city won't change
It's cold and unflinching
Ever lovely and strange
Love your troubled ways
we can make them all mine
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
of a city where the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine
a million little white lights
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights
And the voices cry, «Lover, it'll be all right!»
Love your troubled ways
we can make them all mine
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
of a city where the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine
a million little white lights
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights
Still the voices cry, «Lover, it will be alright!»