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They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
of the respected gentlemen
they say it would be wine anand' roses
if england were for englishmen again
Well i saw a dirty overcoat
at the foot of the pillar of the road
propped inside was an old man
whom time would not erode
when the night was snapped by sirens
those blue lights circled fast
the dancehall called for anand' ambulance
the bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling
while roaming the single room
i thought the old man could help me
if he could explain the gloom
you really think itand's all new
you really think about it too
the old man scoffed as he spoke to me
iand'll tell you a thing or two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
but not the sorrow afterwards
with my father dead and my mother ran off
my brothers took the pay of hoods
the twenties turned the north was dead
the hunger strike came marching south
at the garden party not a word was said
the ladies lifted cake to their mouths
The next war began and my ship sailed
with battle orders writ in bed
in five long years of bullets and shells
we left tem million dead
the few returned to old piccadily
we limped around leicster square
the world was busy rebuilding itself
the architects could not care
But how could we know when i was young
all the canges that were to come?
all the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
and now the terror of the scientific sun
there was masters anand' servants anand' servants anand' dogs
they taught you how to touch your cap
but through strikes anand' famine anand' war anand' peace
england never closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is up
but remember all the tales i tell
the memories that you have dredged up
are on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now deserted
the gangs had trudged off home
the lights clicked off in the bedsits
anand' old england was all alone
Ellos dicen que los inmigrantes roban los tapacubos
de los señores respetados
dicen que sería rosas vino de Anand
si Inglaterra para los ingleses de nuevo
Bueno, yo vi un abrigo sucio
al pie de la columna de la carretera
apoyado en el interior era un hombre viejo
quien el tiempo no erosionaría el
cuando la noche se quebró por las sirenas
las luces azules en círculos rápidos
el salón de baile llamado a la ambulancia de Anand
las barras de todos los cerró con un alza rápida
Mi silencio mirando al techo
mientras que la itinerancia de la habitación individual
Pensé que el viejo me podría ayudar
si podía explicar la oscuridad
De verdad crees que todo es nuevo itand
que realmente piensa de él también
el anciano se burló cuando me habló
iand'll decirte una cosa o dos
Me perdí la guerra catorce-dieciocho
pero no el dolor después
con mi padre muerto y mi madre salió corriendo
mis hermanos tomaron el pago de las campanas
los años veinte se volvió el norte estaba muerto
la huelga de hambre llegó marchando al sur
en la fiesta en el jardín no se dijo una palabra
las damas levantó la torta a la boca
La próxima guerra comenzó y navegó mi barco
con órdenes de batalla escrito en la cama
en cinco largos años de balas y proyectiles
nosotros
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
The Clash
Something About England
Something About England
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
of the respected gentlemen
they say it would be wine anand' roses
if england were for englishmen again
Well i saw a dirty overcoat
at the foot of the pillar of the road
propped inside was an old man
whom time would not erode
when the night was snapped by sirens
those blue lights circled fast
the dancehall called for anand' ambulance
the bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling
while roaming the single room
i thought the old man could help me
if he could explain the gloom
you really think itand's all new
you really think about it too
the old man scoffed as he spoke to me
iand'll tell you a thing or two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
but not the sorrow afterwards
with my father dead and my mother ran off
my brothers took the pay of hoods
the twenties turned the north was dead
the hunger strike came marching south
at the garden party not a word was said
the ladies lifted cake to their mouths
The next war began and my ship sailed
with battle orders writ in bed
in five long years of bullets and shells
we left tem million dead
the few returned to old piccadily
we limped around leicster square
the world was busy rebuilding itself
the architects could not care
But how could we know when i was young
all the canges that were to come?
all the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
and now the terror of the scientific sun
there was masters anand' servants anand' servants anand' dogs
they taught you how to touch your cap
but through strikes anand' famine anand' war anand' peace
england never closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is up
but remember all the tales i tell
the memories that you have dredged up
are on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now deserted
the gangs had trudged off home
the lights clicked off in the bedsits
anand' old england was all alone
The Clash
Algo pasa con Inglaterra
Algo pasa con Inglaterra
Ellos dicen que los inmigrantes roban los tapacubos
de los señores respetados
dicen que sería rosas vino de Anand
si Inglaterra para los ingleses de nuevo
Bueno, yo vi un abrigo sucio
al pie de la columna de la carretera
apoyado en el interior era un hombre viejo
quien el tiempo no erosionaría el
cuando la noche se quebró por las sirenas
las luces azules en círculos rápidos
el salón de baile llamado a la ambulancia de Anand
las barras de todos los cerró con un alza rápida
Mi silencio mirando al techo
mientras que la itinerancia de la habitación individual
Pensé que el viejo me podría ayudar
si podía explicar la oscuridad
De verdad crees que todo es nuevo itand
que realmente piensa de él también
el anciano se burló cuando me habló
iand'll decirte una cosa o dos
Me perdí la guerra catorce-dieciocho
pero no el dolor después
con mi padre muerto y mi madre salió corriendo
mis hermanos tomaron el pago de las campanas
los años veinte se volvió el norte estaba muerto
la huelga de hambre llegó marchando al sur
en la fiesta en el jardín no se dijo una palabra
las damas levantó la torta a la boca
La próxima guerra comenzó y navegó mi barco
con órdenes de batalla escrito en la cama
en cinco largos años de balas y proyectiles
nosotros
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
