Текст песни Ninth Avenue Reverie (The Middle East) с переводом

You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree

Where every northern summer you come back to life

You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover’s salt

Where every Sunday night he’ll eat a little more of you

You say you can’t stop crying, it’s just the power of the song

Riding on the midnight bus again

And you say that you loved him but you were just too young

You say that’s why you still wait in the rain

You say a lot of things

And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts

But I never saw him paint a thing

He just kept the tins underneath his bed

And sniffed a different colour every night

And dreamed of a place up in the sky

Where everyone’s a painter till they die

You say you don’t like flying on aeroplanes

That even seabirds must get lonely out there

You said you were quitting after your next pack

And you said once that I was beautiful

But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing

I couldn’t stop my drinking

And you say a lot of

You say a lot of

You say a lot of things

You say you can’t stop dreaming about your funeral day

Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you

And I’d be up the back with a rose in my hand

And I’d give to you in death what I could not in life

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