Текст песни The Hum of the Cable (Beau) с переводом

When they come in the night with their lamps burning bright

To bear all the Gypsies away,

The cries burrow deep to the depths of my sleep

Of the roots being wrenched from the clay.

However much I care, it’s cold out there —

In the darkness I turn away.

When they cross all the fields with the sun on their shields,

The Baptists are easy to find.

At the point of a gun they force them to run

And they leave not a one left behind.

But the sun is bright, and at its height —

In its lightness I am blind.

When they scour the lanes and find the remains

Of the writers who peddle ideas,

With little to seize, the presses can squeeze

The word and the word disappears.

But I cannot decipher what

Is but a blot, my dears.

Out late on the street I hear on its beat

The growl of a Doberman dog.

The red of its eyes destroys my disguise

As slowly it searches the smog.

But with a howl, it finds its prey,

The blind, the sleepy turn away,

They cast adrift this useless cog

As the hum of the cable comes down through the fog.

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