Iron & Wine "Radio War" lyrics

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Radio War

Did the wine make her dreamOf the far distant springOr a bed full of hensOr the ghost of a friend

All the while that she weptShe had a gun by her bedAnd a letter he wroteFrom a dry, foundered boat

And the train track will takeAll the wounded ones homeAnd I'll be aloneFare thee well Sara Jones

Now we lie on the floorWhile the radio warFinds its way through the airOf the dead market square

And the beast never seenLicks its red talons cleanSara curses the cold"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"

Radio rat

Je li vino stvorilo sanOd dalekog udaljenog proljeća?Ili krevet pun kokošiIli duh prijatelja

Cijelo vrijeme dok je plakalaImala je pištolj uz krevetI pismo što je on napisaoSa suhog, potopljenog broda

I željezničke šine će ponijetiSve ranjene domaA ja ću biti samZbogom Vama, Sara Jones

Sad ležimo na poduDok radio ratNalazi svoj put kroz zrakNa mrtvom trgu tržnice

I zvijer nikad viđenaLiže svoje crvene kandže dok nisu čisteSara proklinje hladnoću"Ne više snijega, ne više snijega, ne više snijega"

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