Текст песни Claws (Brock Zeman) с переводом

Tin room is cackling like an old man with a belly full of wine

And the rain washed the moon right off of the sky

There’s a thick fog rolling right across the road

And it looks like the Devil’s cigarette smoke

Clawed its way on up, on up from the ground

Clawed its way on up, from the ground, from the ground

Somebody must have forgot to shut the gates of hell

It clawed its way on up from the ground

I said to my sorrow «I'm gonna shed you once and for all»

And the shovel said to the dirt «Get on outta my hole»

I packed it down nice and neat, then I walked away

Thorny brambles were growing everywhere the very next day

Clawed its way on up, on up from the ground

Clawed its way on up from the ground, from the ground

I tried setting them on fire and I tried hacking them down

It clawed its way on up from the ground

There is misery weighing down a chilly October wind

I’m watching out my window, wondering just where it’s gonna land

Hell is standing room only and they’re running out of air

If heaven don’t open up them gates soon boys, you better beware

They’ll be clawing on up, on up from the ground

They’ll be clawing on up from the ground, from the ground

The mud will get soft and let out a hissing sound

As they’re clawing on up from the ground

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