Текст песни London Thunder (Foals) с переводом

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere good,

How 'bout you?

I've been in the air for hours,

Meteor showers by the pool,

So one last drink for summer.

Always leaving, never you

Come back to London, thunder,

The sound of sorrows in my room,

Yeah!

Now the tables turned, it's over,

With my fingers' burn I start anew.

Now I've come back down, I'm older,

I look for something else to hold on to.

There's no way to realize

Upholster skin, I take back every line,

Lost my mind in San Francisco,

Worn out disco, and temper's cool.

There's no water,

There's no sound,

Will you come around?

Will you come around?

There's no space,

There's no time,

Where to draw a line?

Now the tables turned, it's over,

With my fingers' burn I start anew.

Now I've come back down, I'm older,

I look for something else to hold on to.

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good,

How 'bout you?

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