Текст песни The Light Comes On By Itself (Ricky Ian Gordon) с переводом

The light comes on by itself

And just as independently off

It goes into the strange sounds of breathing

I am waiting for you to love me

The grass grows and

Ants are clambering laboriously over the windowsill

Near the paling clouds

I am waiting for you to love me

Now a death enters and dumps

Suits and dresses out into the

Street where the holes are filled and oil stains spread

I am waiting for you to love me

I have a penchant for sad red bricks

And the sun burning itself out up there

For toll booths and water towers and

I am waiting for you to love me

Now these streets are becoming winding

The house is falling down not being torn

While I am looking for a right-angle street avenue boulevard anything

I am waiting for you to love me

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