Текст песни Spoiled Child Blues (Brian Cullman) с переводом

Later that same day

When she gathered all her clothes

And put on all her secrets, and her rings

Her heart came undone

With the setting of the sun

And most of all

She knew then, a drink

What good are dreams that come true

What good is the earth

If they give you the moon

It’s a spoiled child’s blues

When a spoiled child cries

The seven silver ambulances

Waiting outside

Seven silver jets to fly him

High above his size

There’s money in his pocket

And nothing left to buy

Have a mercy on the hunger

That keeps our soul alive

And keeps us from

The comfort of our ruin

You shouldn’t be surprised

By the sadness in the eyes

Of those whose prayers

Are answered too soon

What good are dreams that come true

What good is the earth

If they give you the moon

It’s a spoiled child’s blues

When a spoiled child cries

The seven silver ambulances

Waiting outside

Seven silver jets to fly him

High above the skies

There’s money in his pocket

And nothing left to buy

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