Текст песни In Defense of a Threepenny Purse (The Deadfly Ensemble) с переводом

Gas lamp gone, I stumble, sneeze. The dust in darkness makes me wheeze

And fidgets in my fingers flipping files that start with «f» I’ll set alight

Ha’penny gone from a threepenny purse !

No room for rum when taxes come first !

Alfreds and Davids and titles and writs !

Yanked from their holes and rendered to bits !

I’ll burn the Lord Mayor asleep in his bed

If he’s dreaming my name as a number, instead !

I’m well done with fines; I’ll no longer be traced !

My own, and all «f's» in town hall are erased !

Mrs. Fisk is now a maiden. Mary Fenton not deceased

And Arthur Fuller’s fortune’s bound for probate lest he file a brand new will

An evening fire, a high-backed chair… I burn away the coiling ink of a

magistrate…

Sunlight wipes the sleep from cobblestones. I tumble ditchwards, laughing

Next time taxes come around, I’ll tip my hat and drink three penn’orth rum

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