Текст песни The Season (Blank Range) с переводом

From the top of the hill, like a secret, too old to tell

The light came rushing in, oh it blinded, and washed across the wall

It’s a hard ride from the flatlands, all stuck up in your head

A new gold rush and all the quarries, are finally filling in

The season, feeling sleepy on the outskirts of town

Waiting for the breeze to come around

To cut a check, say farewell

I’m leaving for the other side of the storm

The grass is always green on the northside

It rained for twenty years

All the color washed away the other morning

Now they can’t hold back the tears

Oh see the light, come blinking through the fog on our left

So faded so faded so faint

To cut a check, say farewell

I’m leaving for the other side of the storm

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