Lletres:
Les Naufragés

Traducció: Enzo Enzo. Els Voluntaris de Castaway.

lunaires Les voisins, la rue et le reste ont fondu Au lointain Y a rien a faire Pour les naufrages volontaires Chevauchant une vague imperieuse Qui les

I don?t want to talk to you and, You don?t want to talk to me, So I?ll shut my eyes and think of England, While I speak, You don?t want my photograph,

I built a fortress with a hundred thousand faces I'll keep it safe with a hundred thousand more But these masks are wearing thin as You draw me in I

hey, i've lost everything, now i've gotta find a way out, hey, they keep asking me, where i was when it was burning, there's no trying to explain, they

There's a place your mother goes When everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen, you can hear her weeping

By the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy In the after bars

Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents To light a little white candle For

There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it