Перевод песни Bloc Party – Idea For A Story
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Lucian, I’m so tired of flesh and blood My lord is growing so vile Shamefulness descends upon our shoulders Kicking the corpse 'til the fun wears off Bleeding septums in SW1 Talking Nietzsche 'til the sun comes up Rich boys, they just need a hand Or a hand down from papa Wouldn’t it be too divine With a start, middle and an end? Wouldn’t it be too divine If we could see a way out? Wouldn’t it be too divine With a start, middle and an end? Wouldn’t it be too divine If we could see a way out? There’s a blizzard in the after-hours bars Raining my way down the Strand Who are these fags in their red bow ties Ruining it for the rest of us? Self-content for the young The younger said that history will always eat itself Rich boys, they just need a hand Or a good old-fashioned war Wouldn’t it be too divine With a start, middle and an end? Wouldn’t it be too divine If we could see a way out? Wouldn’t it be too divine With a start, middle and an end? Wouldn’t it be too divine If we could see a way out?