Текст песни As Lucerne / The Low (Los Campesinos!) с переводом

There is no blues that can sound quite as heartfelt as mine

Lamented at the gorge of the river

I watched it weep its banks dry

I hum the sorriest tune on the bar at these dives

Send all the patrons running home

To make up with their first wives

But the low

And to bask

But the low

And to bask

My prose is purple but not as pretty as Lucerne

For sweet nothings from the lips of a gargoyle

Nobody ever yearned

Perpetually a philistine, but darling, I am longing to learn

Been looked at like the rotten grape on the vine

While you and yours are drinking Sauternes

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

I do adore, I do adore, I do adore

I am the magpie’s solo, the sorrow that makes you salute

Pounding the earth for the early worm

I am a glutton but it’s good for my glutes

I was solace to the sirens, the bait on the fisherman’s rod

The hook took me far from my family, but closer to God

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is what I came for

(But the low) is what I came here for

(But the low) is what I came for

(But the low) is what I came here for

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