Roger Waters - The Last Refugee - Последняя беженка

“The Last Refugee“ from his new album ’Is This The Life We Really The last refugee Lie with me now Under lemon tree skies Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden by warm brown eyes Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart And wonder at love’s sweet ache And the wild beat of my heart Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child She was taking a last look at the sea Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells While bathing belles, soft beneath Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones Erasing the numbers of radon done lovers And search the horizon And you’ll find my child Down by the shore Digging around for a chain or a bone Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea The last refugee Последняя беженка Приляг со мной сейчас Под небом лимонного дерева, Покажи мне скромную, неторопливую улыбку, которую ты скрываешь