Текст песни Mending Tones from Vowels and Frowns (Anterrabae) с переводом

The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempers

are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don’t care. Look

alive. A nervous narcotic speaks in fragmented code. The

stressed and the torn travel ambiguous roads. Escape! Young

one. Tenderness has no place in the past. Let’s sew it all up

and dress tomorrow in stainless steel. Pressed against the

horizon in the wittiest sense, combed over in late fifties

fashion. Disasters bring forth the most clever of men with a

knack for Francois and the skill of disguise. Oh no, oh no,

it’s just a simple play on words. Scratch that, from here on

in, we’re on a first name basis. We feel fine, we are quite

alright and I could give a fuck if we wake up this time.

Amongst the sway of ticking tocks, the only key in a sea of

locks. Please! Just let the good times roll. The crowds are all

alone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I

don’t care.

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