Текст песни The Classics (Timothy Monger) с переводом

The classics are playing

Inside your throat

The classic ring out again

From the pockets of your coat

Through the village of the dead

Underage and overfed

No one can blame you

For playing the classics all night long

The classics will save

Your wretched life

Maybe once, maybe twice

Some old song will still the knife

And from the shadows of your room

They give you strength to make your move

So who can blame you

For playing the classics all night long

I remember when I first

Heard this song

Giving focus to my rage

Moving stones before it’s gone

Maybe you go back there too

Where the muscles of your memory hurt

And who can blame you

For making a classic of this song

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