Текст песни Crimes (The Blood Brothers) с переводом

And there’s a fire on

The Junk island where

They send their garbage

Is anybody listening?

After work we’ll watch

The seagulls diving in

And out of the lashing towers of flame

It twinkles like a pile

Of rotting jewels left

To bake in the sun

Is anybody listening?

And we’re just like those condom wrappers

Used up, torn up

Thrown away

And we’re just like yesterday’s headlines:

Drifting, floating, towards the blaze

'If we rob the

Liquor store we could

Be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn

And if we rob the

Mayor’s mansion

We could pawn his modern art and make a fortune

And if we rob the lonely widow

We could steal her credit cards

And buy a cottage by the Ocean

And we could swim in to Junk Island

We’ll burn up like the seagulls and the whiskey bottles

We’re scrapped Valentines

We’re tangerine rinds

We’re Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes

And the children

In the subway

Eating applecores

Is anybody listening?

They’re breathing paint out of plastic bags

Their mumbled mouths say:

«Is anybody listening?»

Oh-Ooh. Oh-Oooh

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