Текст песни Pyromaniac (The Verlaines) с переводом

Sitting up late

The ash in the grate

His pretty face goes prison pale

There’s a shadow tapping on the window —

His old lover’s come in from the wind and rain

And he dreams burning memories

The girl ain’t at his door — he’s just getting bored

Oh he can’t refrain 'cos he’s got it on the brain

Wants to see the bright lights, gonna do it again

Pyromaniac, ain’t no turning back

Gonna make shralak and a heap of dead matches

Spread some on the ground, have a look around

Burn it to the ground and watch the engine’s rushing, gushing

Totally written off but there’s laughter at chaos

There’s a white coat, traipsing up the hallway

They’re gonna find a safe place for him to stay

There’s a white coat, ear to the door

It’s no good it’s as quiet as it’s ever been before

What a laugh, they think they’ve got him trapped —

They might as well relax, it’s too late for the axe

Didn’t want to be mad, didn’t want to be old —

Can’t see the bright lights for the smoke in the key-hole

Pyromaniac, ain’t no turning back

Gonna make shralak and a heap of dead matches

Spread some on the ground, have a look around

Burn it to the ground and watch the engine’s rushing, gushing

Totally written off but there’s laughter at chaos

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