Перевод песни Bayside - Montauk

It’s getting cold.
Thought it was too soon to tell
but it was terribly old
and now the heartbeat slows
to a heartless crawl.

The lights went out,
The lights went out
and darkness filled the house
on tiring night
under a Long Island sky.

I thought I’d known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Mess we’ve made of it.
This mess we’ve made of it.

In years to come it might make sense,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This what’s become of it?
What’s become of it?

If you hear this and you think you’re ready,
meet me in
Montauk where
we’ll write out in the sand,

“Here lies the destiny
of 2 hurt souls afraid to be
cured again.”
That could be our epitaph.

I thought I’d known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Mess we’ve made of it.
This mess we’ve made of it.

In years to come it might make sense,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This what’s become of it?
What’s become of it?
…

I thought I’d known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Mess we’ve made of it.
This mess we’ve made of it.

In years to come it might make sense,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This what’s become of it?
What’s become of it?

I know…

I thought I’d know the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Mess we’ve made of it.
This mess we’ve made of it.

In years to come it might make sense,
but sweetness, did you foresee this?
What’s become of it?
Just what’s become…