Текст песни Europe Is Lost (Kate Tempest) с переводом

In the basement flat, by the garages

Where people dump their mattresses

Esther’s in her kitchen, making sandwiches

The slats on her blinds are all wonky and skewed

You can see her from the street before she moves out of view

To kick her boots off tired feet

She wipes her forehead with her wrist

She’s just back from a double shift

Esther’s a carer, doing nights

Behind her, on the kitchen wall

Is a black and white picture of swallows in flight

Her eyes are sore, her muscles ache

She cracks a beer and swigs it

She holds it to her thirsty lips

And necks it till it’s finished

It’s 04:18 AM again

Her brain is full from all she’s done that day

She knows that she won’t sleep a wink

Before the Sun is on its way

She’s worried 'bout the world tonight

She’s worried all the time

She don’t know how she’s supposed

To put it from her mind

Europe is lost, America lost, London lost

Still we are clamouring victory

All that is meaningless rules

We have learned nothing from history

The people are dead in their lifetimes

Dazed in the shine of the streets

But look how the traffic’s still moving

System’s too slick to stop working

Business is good, and there’s bands every night in the pubs

And there’s two for one drinks in the clubs

And we scrubbed up well

Washed off the work and the stress

And now all we want’s some excess

Better yet; a night to remember that we’ll soon forget

All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow

All of the bodies that fell

The roots that were dug from the earth

So these games could be played

I see it tonight in the stains on my hands

The buildings are screaming

I can’t ask for help though, nobody knows me

Hostile, worried, lonely

We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to

Working and working so we can be all that we want

Then dancing the drudgery off

But even the drugs have got boring

Well, sex is still good when you get it

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach

To each a dream, don’t weep, don’t scream

Just keep it in, keep sleeping in

What am I gonna do to wake up?

I feel the cost of it pushing my body

Like I push my hands into pockets, and softly

I walk and I see it, this is all we deserve

The wrongs of our past have resurfaced

Despite all we did to vanquish the traces

My very language is tainted

With all that we stole to replace it with this

I am quiet, feeling the onset of riot

Riots are tiny though, systems are huge

Traffic keeps moving, proving there’s nothing to do

'Cause it’s big business, baby, and its smile is hideous

Top down violence, a structural viciousness

Your kids are dosed up on medical sedatives

But don’t worry bout that, man, worry 'bout terrorists

The water level’s rising! The water level’s rising!

The animals, the elephants, the polar bears are dying!

Stop crying, start buying, but what about the oil spill?

Shh, no one likes a party pooping spoil sport

Massacres, massacres, massacres/new shoes

Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight

By those employed to protect them

Live porn streamed to your pre-teen's bedrooms

Glass ceiling, no headroom

Half a generation live beneath the breadline

Oh, but it’s happy hour on the high street

Friday night at last lads, my treat!

All went fine till that kid got glassed in the last bar

Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou

It was madness, road ran red, pure claret

And about them immigrants? I can’t stand them

Mostly, I mind my own business

They’re only coming over here to get rich, it’s a sickness

England! England! Patriotism!

And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

It goes, work all your life for a pittance

Maybe you’ll make it to manager, pray for a raise

Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar

The anarchists are desperate for something to smash

Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers

In glamorous magazines, who’s dating who?

Politico cash in an envelope

Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits

Now it’s back to the house of lords with slapped wrists

They abduct kids and fuck the heads of dead pigs

But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs

Jail him, he’s the criminal

Jail him, he’s the criminal

It’s the BoredOfItAll generation

The product of product placement and manipulation

Shoot 'em up, brutal, duty of care

Come on, new shoes, beautiful hair, bullshit!

Saccharine ballads and selfies, and selfies, and selfies

And here’s me outside the palace of ME!

Construct a self and psychosis

Meanwhile the people were dead in their droves

And, no, nobody noticed; well, some of them noticed

You could tell by the emoji they posted

Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes

The lights are so nice and bright and let’s dream

But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream

What am I gonna do to wake up?

We are lost, we are lost, we are lost

And still nothing, will stop, nothing pauses

We have ambitions and friendships and courtships to think of

Divorces to drink off the thought of

The money, the money, the oil

The planet is shaking and spoiled

And life is a plaything

A garment to soil

The toil, the toil

I can’t see an ending at all

Only the end

How is this something to cherish?

When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts

To make room for alien structures

Develop, develop

And kill what you find if it threatens you

No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck