Текст песни Beck - Tropicalia
Beck - Tropicalia слова песни
when they beat
on a broken guitar
and on the streets
they reek of tropical charms
the embassies lie in hideous shards
where tourists snore and decay
when they dance in a reptile blaze
you wear a mask
an equatorial haze
into the past
a colonial maze
where there`s no more confetti to throw
you didn`t know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn`t sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be evicted
you`re out of luck
you`re singing funeral songs
to the studs
they`re anabolic and bronze
they seem to strut
in their millennial fogs
`til they fall down and deflate
you didn`t know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn`t sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be evicted
now you`ve had your fun
under an air-conditioned sun
it`s burned into your eyes
leaves you plain and left behind
see them eyes and fall
into the jaws of a pestilent love
you didn`t know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn`t sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be a victim