Texty & Preklad: elvis costello - bullets for the new born king Pod týmto nájdete text s prekladom hneď vedľa! Na našej stránke nájdete mnoho textov s prekladmi elvis costello! Pozrite si náš archív a ostatné texty, napríklad kliknite na písmeno elvis costello e a uvidíte aké piene od elvis costello máme v našom archíve a viac podobných ako bullets for the new born king.
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass The blue light of a votive Rain obscured the window As the pain was dulled by the grains Absolved by spoons in flames In fear in time dissolving It's not for the faint of pulse Or anybody false Those amateurs who simply shed their skins So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots? Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins O my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done But bells in hands are only there for the wringing And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king Trumpet sounds lamenting Trampling down the blooms of the deceased The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border Somewhere in the high command there stayed the palest hand Who saw the order countermand Erased the tape recorder and then they hung him from a window cord Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while Before we spill this tale that we had spun And now I shall now confide all that I have denied Oh I'm so sorry for the things I've done O my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done But bells in hands bells were only there for the ringing And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king