Из альбома: Bretonne

I met my love by the gas works wall
dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my boy by the factory wall

dirty old town
dirty old town

clouds are drifting across the moon
cats are prowling on their beat
spring's a boy in the street at night
dirty old town
dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
dirty old town
dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
dirty old town
dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
dirty old town
dirty old town

(Merci à Anne pour cettes paroles)

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