Heffron Drive - The A Team | Текст песни и Перевод на русский

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• Heffron Drive
• The A Team

White lips, pale face
Белые губы, бледное лицо,
Breathing in snowflakes
Вдыхает снежные хлопья,
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Сожженные легкие, кислый вкус.
Light's gone, day's end
Стало темно, кончился день,
Struggling to pay rent
Борется, чтобы платить за квартиру,
Long nights, strange men
Долгие ночи, незнакомые люди...

[Chorus:]
[Припев:]
And they say
Говорят,
She's in the Class A Team
Что она в Команде Класса А*,
Stuck in her daydream
Застряла в своих грезах,
Been this way since 18
Делает это с 18 лет.
But lately her face seems
Но в последнее время ее лицо кажется
Slowly sinking, wasting
Медленно тонущим, изнуренным,
Crumbling like pastries
Крошащимся, как пирожные.
And they scream
Они кричат.
The worst things in life come free to us
Худшее, что может случиться в жизни, достается нам бесплатно,
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Потому что мы все под чьим-то влиянием
And go mad for a couple of grams
И сходим с ума, чтобы достать пару граммов.
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Она не хочет выходить из дома сегодня вечером.
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
И на трубке** она полетит на родину
Or sells love to another man
Или продаст любовь другому мужчине.
It's too cold outside
А на улице так холодно
For angels to fly
Для полетов ангелов,
Angels to fly
Полетов ангелов...

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

[Chorus:]

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they say
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

[Chorus:]

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us,
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die