Слова:
The Decemberists The Crane Wife

You belong to the gang and you say you can't break away But I'm here with my hands on my heart And our families can't agree, I'm your brother's sworn

There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques And sorrow

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whiskey

With all the grain of Babylon To cultivate, to make us strong And hidden here behind the walls Are shoulders wide and timber on 'Til the war came 'Til

Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet A sweetheart left behind Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas That's where my true love lies Look

fly away And all the stars were crashing 'round As I laid eyes on what I'd found My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife, my crane wife [2] My crane wife

Переклад: Decemberists. Дружина кран 1 і 2.

Cut him up, boy You've got to cut him up, boy. He's a wicked disgrace, And he said it to your face You better cut him up boy. Take by the teeth, Get

You belong to the gang And you say you can't break away But I'm here with my hands on my heart Our families can't agree I'm your brother's sworn enemy