Videoklip
Lirika
Every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches
– Har bir suntan hikoyalar va oq snitches shaklini aytib beradi
Fat men in tropical climes
– Tropik iqlimdagi semiz erkaklar
Now you tell me you’ve been fucking somebody new
– Endi siz menga yangi odamni sikayotganingizni aytasiz
And that I should’ve known for a while
– Va men bir muncha vaqt bilishim kerak edi
Watching the starlings as autumn draws in
– Kuz faslida starlingsni tomosha qilish
As they make ghosts across London fields
– Ular London dalalarida arvohlar qilayotganda
And I would’ve moved out there to be with you
– Va men siz bilan birga bo’lish uchun u erga ko’chib o’tgan bo’lardim
I would’ve moved out there for real
– Men real uchun u erda ko’chib ayting edi
Saw a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks
– Mos keladigan xalta kiygan oltin farishtalar xorini ko’rdi
As they obscured the view to your train
– Ular sizning poezdingizning ko’rinishini yashirganlarida
And I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling here
– Va agar men bu erda rambling qilayotgandek tuyulsa, uzr so’rayman
Just want to see the way the skin splits round his bones
– Faqat teri uning suyaklari davra satrga yo’l ko’rishni istayman
And the gurgling head in your lap
– Va sizning tizzangizdagi gurgling boshi
And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away
– Va olomonning qo’llari meni tortib olayotganda
And the mud and the blood in the grass
– Va loy va o’tdagi qon
When we scraped our bones together
– Suyaklarimizni birga qirib tashlaganimizda
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– Bizda olov bor (olov, olov, olov)
When we scraped our bones together
– Suyaklarimizni birga qirib tashlaganimizda
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– Bizda olov bor (olov, olov, olov)
When we scraped our bones together
– Suyaklarimizni birga qirib tashlaganimizda
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– Bizda olov bor (olov, olov, olov)
When we scraped our bones together
– Suyaklarimizni birga qirib tashlaganimizda
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– Bizda olov bor (olov, olov, olov)
