Berth - Gregory Alan Isakov

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

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