Перевод песни The Style Council – The Paris Match

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Empty hours
Spent combing the street
In daytime showers
Theyve become my beat;
As I walk from cafe to bar
I wish I knew where you are;
Because youve clouded my mind
And now Im all out of time
Empty skies say try to forget
Better advice is to have no regrets;
As I tread the boulevard floor
Will I see once more;
Because youve clouded my mind
till then Im biding my time
Im only sad in a natural way
And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way
The gift you gave is desire
The match that started my fire
Empty nights with nothing to do
I sit and think, every thought is for you;
I get so restless and bored
So I go out once more;
I hate to feel so confined
I feel like Im wasting my time