Текст песни The Exiles (Brett Anderson) с переводом

You’re playing with matches

Got paper cuts from paper planes

An endless majesty

Withing the pattern of the rain

Your hatred is weakness

Your carelessness is no mistake

There’s no stupidity

Within the chances that you take

And it feels like endless nights

And it feels like jealous rage

Setting all the clothes alight

I am burning, I’m still learning

All our houses have been shut

All our races have been played

Setting fire to paper planes

I am burning, I’m still learning

You show me the exiles

With paper cups and paper plates

There’s endless majesty

Within the chances that they take

And it feels like endless nights

And it feels like jealous rage

Setting all the clothes alight

I am burning, I’m still learning

All our houses have been shut

All our races have been played

Setting fire to paper planes

I am burning, I’m still learning

I’m still learning

Setting fire to paper planes

I am burning, I am burning

I’m still learning

I’m still learning

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