Lyrics and translation Anne Clark - This Be the Verse

This Be the Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to but they do
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one anothers throats

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one anothers throats

Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself

Этот стих

Тебя калечат, мама с папой,
Не по злобе, но калечат.
Свои изъяны тебе вложат,
Да ещё добавят, между прочим.

Но и их когда-то искалечили
Дураки в старомодных шляпах,
Что то сентиментальничали,
То друг другу глотки рвали.

Но и их когда-то искалечили
Дураки в старомодных шляпах,
Что то сентиментальничали,
То друг другу глотки рвали.

Человек несёт другому горе,
Оно растёт, как берег моря,
Убегай отсюда скорее,
И детей себе не заводи.