Fordítás: Kék Barron. Hajózás a folyón.
Call the boy He's down the hallow Cull the tide Distill the rye Now it's time for medication Stallions on the eiderdown The stained horizon Ablaze
Steel that sleeps with the morningstar Would that I could sin once more Blades will sing over stone and field That their song might grace our fall
The steel that sleeps the eye Needs nor tax nor toll The kings with men might lie Swollen and halo'd Her sweetest skin burns Now I've buried all the
Jake leg! Steal this wine away Flay me Underneath the brine Running away Through the sick and the pure "Mind your feet!" lest they firmament tread
All of your fears are well founded and true All my hands are callous and cruel All of my arrows that riddle you through Are bullets that fire me back
Only an angel can feed On ashes and ovaries Blame the pegans and saints They are one War, wisdom and rhyme The peach and the rattlesnake We are grave
I took my black teeth down to the sea Brother of mine I washed myself in your steely gaze We read your name o'er jaguar hide Brother of mine You saw
Curse with me Profane and discreet Make her move Cross veins and chamomile Soft and sweet Seasalt silver-meat Buried deep In crowskin overcoat Save
to please her Oh my, Ko Ko Don't try to ask me why She set my soul on fire Oh my, Ko Ko Blue Oh my, Ko Ko Blue You're hot, the cold, I'm rollin' low
we had an awful fight I reached down for my razor, and then we knocked around But when I pulled my pistol, I quickly smoked him down The gambling bar room blues
On the terminal point Of the cul-de-sac Patients are dying The horses are dazed From the glare of stars The starry wisdom Owned by the Baron And he's
On the terminal point Of the cul-de-sac Patients are dying The horses are dazed From the glare of stars The starry wisdom Owned by the baron And he's
I haven't been quite the same So sure the story of my life would never change But in a bright eyed way She rinsed out the soap in my eyes and wrote a
The floor you walk on is smooth. There is no ground there. Magic begins with blood. Outside, there are trees, With concrete under their roots. But I have
day and all the rest will follow Blue Blood Working class survives, Don't forget your liberty Blue Blood Working class survived, That's how we came to be Blue
the red baron's life He flew with honor, he flew with pride In 1918 the battle flyer died Red baron, blue max The albatross flies high Red baron, blue
