Текст песни The Making of a Soul (The Residents) с переводом

Chorus:

Edweena went to calumet and left from there to college;

She took along a porcupine whose name was known as knowledge;

Now their relationship was fraught with pangs of loving hunger.

The Porcupine could question all, but all she new was slumber.

Porcupine:

A huge easy cozy wants our kiss to triumph,

But unbelievable admits --

Some questions receive a guarantee to shake you up.

How much marriage urges a windmill to pinch infinity?

Is a magic hid-a-bed the final home of Spanish fire?

Is firm corn merrier under gifts of less important love?

We wonder.

But fantasy moves ahead;

For the iceman just took a turn for the better

And a small object flies from his mouth;

A daring, jewel scales down the belted ear system

And you have the modular optimistic silver original.

Welcome to the offshoots of Jupiter.

Chorus:

Edweena never knowing why her friend would ramble so She shut him out and left a pout to bleed upon the snow.

Porcupine:

Mourning Glories open only after noon begins;

The open and the broken have begun to blend again.

They freeze a shape about the nape

Of nectar and of knee;

They leave a sleeve, they weave a grieve fox

Mourning’s never free.

Uncle Remus:

The aching and the breaking are the making of a soul.

(The empties that have been returned relieve us of a goal).

Chorus:

Now who is gone and who is right

And who is left to see

For who is left is just a few

Can two be more than three?

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