Текст песни Silver Street (Ben Folds) с переводом

Now the houses are ghosts

Over Silver Street

They got 'em dressed up like clowns

Married couples slamming doors

Bums praising the Lord

You’re playing tapes for the town

Now the neighbourhood’s mixed

And your college friends

Are getting younger every year

The wind don’t blow

And the grass don’t grow

You’re never leaving Silver Street

You bought some brown wire-frames

At a junk shop

And that was you trademark at school

Now they’re barely hanging on And the styles are moving on It’s hard for a man to stay cool.

So the seasons change

And the storefronts change

While everything stays the same

The wind don’t blow

And the grass don’t grow

You’re never leaving Silver Street

But, now don’t get me wrong

Cause I like this neighbourhood

Oh, and seeing you was good

But now we spent the day

So completely uninspired

Asking, «Why should I be tired?»

They’re filling the potholes in on Silver Street

You’re waking the neighbours up at noon

Now your friends are out on break

And you’re out on your brown lawn

Breaking the dirt with a broom

Never leaving

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