Текст песни 'See You Don't Bump His Head' (Scott Walker) с переводом

Spring might gently press its thumbs against your eyes

While plucking feathers from a swan song

A cobweb melts within a womb

While plucking feathers from a swan song

An incontinent is singing Scarpia

While plucking feathers from a swan song

While plucking feathers from a swan song

A mythic instance of erotic impulse

While plucking feathers from a swan song

Is slipping under a surefire sign

While plucking feathers from a swan song

Bdelloid rotifers join the chitterling circuit

While plucking feathers from a swan song

While plucking feathers from a swan song

Shit might pretzel Christ’s intestines

While plucking feathers from a swan song

Being crushed from the inside out

While plucking feathers from a swan song

On the snow «Rummy» flaunts his unmanly dribble

While plucking feathers from a swan song

While plucking feathers from a swan song

A tiny laugh dirties everything it touches

While plucking feathers from a swan song

Night stops dripping through the stars

While plucking feathers from a swan song

Blast the sheet of jewels horizon to horizon

While plucking feathers from a swan song

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