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Fatima Mansions - Sleep Of The Just

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Lift up your head, lift up your head
Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile
awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile
 
You'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the fun
A rich man turned pauper, his death marked [a sham]
I can't get back to see it, 'til you lift up your head
 
Me and mine are fools, me and mine are fools
say our elders who despise us, though we're no longer young
They're tired of our sneering, and we've blocked out their main street's sun
 
They're sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with pride
resides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak]
The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping wrists
confide in some crimson [page]
and pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed hair
Old age
 
Rolled out of here, is sun bright and clear
and we hold the fortune, in our cumulous
There's nothing else on earth that I will be part of
Why waste a lifetime on soil which won't bear fruit?
and why argue with gangsters who only smile and act mute?
If he pulls that trigger, as he says he must,
then to them, goes the last word [and then]
The sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just
 
But that's never enough
But that's never, never enough
 
Перевод
 
Подними голову, подними голову
Твой номер в это десятилетие землетрясений и желчи
ждет тебя, как улыбка стюардессы в морге
 
Ты пропустишь все самое интересное, ты' Я пропущу все веселье
Богатый человек стал нищим, его смерть отмечена {фикцией}
Я не смогу вернуться и увидеть это, пока ты не поднимешь голову
 
Я и моя дураки, я и мои дураки
говорят наши старшие, которые презирают нас, хотя мы уже не молоды
Они устали от наших насмешек, и мы загородили солнце их главной улицы
 
Они спят, а мы встаем, один пунш опьянен гордостью
обитается в {жестоком лице}, больном от бензинового дыма и {стейка}
Несколько богемцев со своими слишком белыми торговыми запястьями
доверьтесь каким-нибудь малиновым {страница}
и молитесь, чтобы выглядеть мило в их убогих окрашенных волосах
Старость
 
Выкатились отсюда, солнце яркое и ясное
и мы держим удача, в нашей куче
Нет ничего на земле, частью которого я буду быть
Зачем тратить жизнь на почву, которая не принесет плодов?
и зачем спорить с гангстерами, которые только улыбаются и молчат?
Если он нажмет на спусковой крючок, как он говорит, он должен,
тогда последнее слово будет за ними {а затем}
Сон праведника, сон праведника, сон праведника
 
Но этого никогда не бывает достаточно
Но этого никогда, никогда не бывает достаточно
 
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