Kids with sharp teeth know a thing or two
About the things they'd rather do
And when the beast gets a running 'round
When they knock it to the cold dead ground
Birds with sharp beaks with an alibi
Tell you how to find the cold blue sky
And when then we sing for the photograph
When we hold alive the things are past
Always, always arriving, oh, to mashing, to following past
Always, always arising, never endless hard piece of the last
ПЕРЕВОД
Дети с острыми зубами понимают что к чему,
Когда дело касается вещей, которые они умеют.
И когда зверь начинает бежать по кругу,
Они стучат по холодной мёртвой земле.
Птицы с острыми клювами и алиби
Говорят тебе, как найти как же найти холодное голубое небо.
И когда затем мы начинаем петь для фотографии,
Нам необходимо взяться сильно за прошлое.
Мы всегда приходим, чтобы стереть и последовать за прошлым,
Мы всегда взлетаем, и это бесконечный твердый кусок прошлого.
Kids with sharp teeth know a thing or two
About the things they'd rather do
And when the beast gets a running 'round
When they knock it to the cold dead ground
Birds with sharp beaks with an alibi
Tell you how to find the cold blue sky
And when then we sing for the photograph
When we hold alive the things are past
Always, always arriving, oh, to mashing, to following past
Always, always arising, never endless hard piece of the last
TRANSFER
Children with sharp teeth understand what's what,
When it comes to the things they know how to do.
And when the beast starts running in a circle
They knock on the cold dead ground.
Pointed Alibi Birds
They tell you how to find how to find the cold blue sky.
And when then we start singing for a photograph,
We need to tackle the past strongly.
We always come to erase and follow the past,
We always take off, and this is an endless solid piece of the past.
