Testi di Berth - Gregory Alan Isakov

Berth (originale)

Silver winged, broken English, boys they smoke
Talk and joke above the water
New York lady, holding in her heavy hand
Sacred lantern, guiding dawn
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Casting glances backwards, but it’s not your fault
Turned to salt for wondering
In your braids and heavy pages, we were folded
Kiss the cold and dirty ground
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Seasons wake with sleeping birds now flying south
Covered mouth, we watch in awe
Fallen pines to shape the skyline, take me there
Beneath the barren colored moon
(Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that)
Greeting all the masses
From their teeming shores
She was born with open hands
(Her color, color, color is coming back
Color, color, color)
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Mmmm, mmmm

(traduzione)

Ali d'argento, inglese stentato, ragazzi fumano
Parla e scherza sopra l'acqua
Signora di New York, che tiene nella sua mano pesante
Lanterna sacra, guida dell'alba
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila
Lanciare sguardi indietro, ma non è colpa tua
Si è trasformato in sale per chiedersi
Nelle tue trecce e nelle pagine pesanti, eravamo piegati
Bacia la terra fredda e sporca
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila
Le stagioni si svegliano con uccelli addormentati che ora volano a sud
Bocca coperta, guardiamo con ammirazione
Pini caduti per modellare l'orizzonte, portami lì
Sotto la sterile luna colorata
(Chiudi tutto, chiudi tutto, chiudi tutto guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila)
Salutando tutte le masse
Dalle loro coste brulicanti
È nata con le mani aperte
(Il suo colore, colore, colore sta tornando
Colore, colore, colore)
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Smettila, smettila, smettila guardando indietro
Mmm, mmmm