Текст песни 1340 Chesapeake St. (Devon Sproule) с переводом

The bruise on my knee is almost gone

Honey’s flown to Madison

Phyllis starts a watercolour

Gutters flood a spread umbrella

The burner’s up

The flame is high

The water’s gone

The pot is dry

But there’s a basement full of wine

And nights to remember

Of a slow talk had up a sidewalk

Taking its time

Walking up Chesapeake

Our white house on the right

Next door they’re throwing junk away

Furniture out in the rain

They’ve finally put the old lady away

So I took her silverware

Her books and her kitchen mop

Her hangers and her pans and pots

The dressers where she kept her clothes

It looked as though she lived alone

Much to hear while our four ears are still young

If we shout it right we’ll have more years yet to come

Tonight the moon will turn around

All the way back behind the clouds

Folks will lower their telescopes

Drive their wives and kids back home

Their eyes will block with mud and milk

Their eyes inside with blindness filled

And the moon will hide and seek until

There’s no one left to wonder why

The rug will soak

The screen will glare

You’ll come and summer will be here

We’ll kiss and cross the swamp

The boat will wait down at the bottom

The sun will set late in the day

The sun will take its face away

But love

Your face will always stay right beside mine

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