Текст песни The View from Stow Hill (Manic Street Preachers) с переводом

How did this town get so old

The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold

Always caught in between

The capital and the 'other' country

Always caught in between

The river and the valley

You can still see the bullet holes

You can still sense a little hope

Crushed dreams

And the martyrs too

Silent — ghostly — still so confused

Look up to the skies

Avoid the casual litter

Running from the pitiful nihilism

The misguided tweets

The sad Facebooking

Cheapness surrounds me

But I’m not looking

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