Iron & Wine "Carousel" Songtext

Übersetzung nach:fr

Carousel

Almost homeWhen I missed the bottom stairYou were braiding your gray hairIt had grown so longSince I'd been gone

And the perfect girlsBy the pool, they would protestThe cross around their necksBut our sons were overseasAnd we all know about the hive and the honey bees

Almost homeWith an olive branch and a doveYou were beating on a Persian rugWith your bible and your wedding bandBoth hidden on a TV stand

And the cruel wind blewEvery city father fellOff the county carouselWhile the dogs were eating snowAll our sons had sunk in a trunk of Noah's clothes

Almost homeWe got lost on our new streetWhile your grieving girls all died in their sleepSo the dogs all went unfedA great dream of bones all piled on the bed

And the cops couldn't careWhen that crackhead built a boatAnd said, "Please, before I goMay our only honored boneBe the kinship of the kids and the riot squad"

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