BahaVibe — В нашей двери нет утоки

There was so much desire in you,
And the moon above was shining bright.
When I came to meet you from that little message,
I brought you roses for the night.
You looked so serious and distant,
Just slowly shook your head at me when I told you that I had snatched those roses from the kiosk on 1st Yonge Skye Street.
And the city held its breath at night,
You and I on the edge of light.
Как пальмовый плод, что нас с тобой вместе свело,
Девочка-пальма, рядом чеган и хулиган.
В нашей двери нет утоки, даже среди шкур цинковых,
Девочка-пальма, ты не грусти и не скучай.
Девочка-пальма, ты не грусти.
My swagger burned away soon after,
The knots got tighter in my life.
And then our local cop, that mug from the militia,
Dropped by your house one night,
Like some street-side portrait painter.
On 3rd Yonge Skye Sketching 2,
He kept saying you'd wind up some buy-room mattress,
Then ate half the cake and drank the tea up too.
Still I held on through the smoke and noise,
Through the talk, through the dirt, through the void.
Hey!
That fate brought us together, you and me, good little girl,
Beside a hood and hooligan in all of town.
There's no one like you, not even with the downtown queens,
Good little girl.
Don't lose your smile, don't sit and grieve,
How warm it was, you and me.
Your fussy mother, wild and noisy,
Shook like a duck and made a scene.
She walked you down along our street there while your father brought some groom to be.
But one night, laid out in the hallway,
I rolled upon him nice and slow.
He brought you roses,
I just gave him a left hook straight from the soul below.
No, I never learned to play it safe.
I just carried your name through every blaze.
Как пальмовый плод, что нас с тобой вместе свело,
Девочка-пальма, рядом чеган и хулиган.
В нашей двери нет утоки, даже среди шкур цинковых,
Девочка-пальма, меня забрали, ты не скучай.
Как пальмовый плод, что нас с тобой вместе свело,
Девочка-пальма, рядом чеган и хулиган.
В нашей двери нет утоки, даже среди шкур цинковых,
Девочка-пальма, меня забрали, ты не скучай.
My darling girl, I'm not here only because I loved you.
I'm here because for you I quit that life.
Sometimes I just want to sit with you in Lazerny,
I picture you walking right across the room.
The whole place goes quiet, Galka drops her trait,
And then you sit down on my knees.
And I just drift down.
Девочка-пальма, ты не скучай.
Come on!