Текст песни 2012 (Bury Our Heads) (Dengue Fever) с переводом

Maybe they just ran out of space when they

were carving all the things that would happen

today and tomorrow

Maybe it’s a breath, pause or sigh in our mind or

payback time for everything that we borrowed

Maybe it’s a baby crying for its mother and it

doesn’t understand the lightning or the thunder

Maybe it’s a cry of distress from our growing pains,

stretch mark freeways span across

our bloated bellies

Chorus

So many predictions

For twenty twelve

Let’s dig a bunker under the ground

And bury our heads

Let’s dig a bunker under the ground

And just play dead

Maybe the Greys will show up in our nightmares,

stealing sperm samples and eggs by the dozen

Maybe there’s a mutt incubating in the womb of

the women in the bed right next to you

Maybe there’s a storm of dust racing towards us

and the sun will black out like a locust swarm

Maybe someone stuck a pin in the socket

and the breaker tripped while they were

watching German porn

Chorus

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