Текст песни Be Angry at the Sun for Setting on a Set of Sons (Octaves) с переводом

How can you look him in the eye?

Not nearly as boundless and kind

When you point your gaze to the sky

I dare you not to scream my name

The greener pastures always draw me away

The greener pastures have withered up and died

But I keep on trucking

You keep on blowing down the road

Now you can’t look me in the eye

And you have only yourself to blame

When your Romeo leaves you to die

I dare you not to scream my name

Scream my name

You can find me at the bottom of a bottle

With a set of open arms

To stop the shaking

Have some decency

Help me avert my eyes

Paint me yellow, black and blue

What would your father think?

To see his rosebud wilting away

Painting his loft golden with innocence

Carve your name in his four post bed

Joining in the ranks of the single serving romance

One more score

Daddy’s little door prize

Stole my favorite shirt

To burn her bridges down

Burn your bridges down

Burn your bridges down

But don’t, no don’t

Don’t you dare to hold a candle to

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