Cake - Frank Sinatra

[semak_millev]

 We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station

While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record

Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns

An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday

Мы слышим тусклое мерцанье
Созвездий старых без названий
В помехах радиовещанья

Пока звучит Синатры "Stormy Weather"
Паук и муха бьются в сетях,
Пыль на пластинке треплет ветер...

Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns

Коллекция бесценных марок
Свет тусклых ламп, ужасно старых
Старик сидит здесь сотни дней
С горой потерянных вещей