Текст песни In Memoriam (Ian Felice) с переводом

Tell me what have I done to deserve this golden sun?

To deserve this golden sun, what have I done?

I was walking down by the tracks where the communist bees relax

In their hives of golden wax when I thought I should run

I was whistling past the grave

The grave of old Tom Paine

When I heard my mother call my name

Fly away home

She was watching the Price is Right

Or the Wheel with Vanna White

Wrapped in ephemeral light

With her head in her hands

It’s a mystery so surreal

No newsman will ever reveal

How destiny spun the wheel

And killed my old man

I was whistling past the grave

The grave of old Tom Paine

When I heard my mother call my name

Fly away home

Well my father was poor as the rain

And his father was poor the same

And I’m poor as poor Hart Crane

But that’s neither here nor there

And I’m wasted and nearly in tears

With the same old working class fears

Pulling coins from the children’s ears in grief and despair

I was whistling past the grave

The grave of old Tom Paine

When I heard my mother call my name

Fly away home

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