Tropicalia (исполнитель: Beck)
Oh when they beat Upon a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask An equatorial haze Into the past colonial maze Where there's no more confetti to throw You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted You're out of luck You're singing funeral songs To the studs They're anabolic and bronze They seem to [bad word] In their millennial fogs 'til they fall down and deflate You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted Oh and now you've had your fun Under an air-conditioned sun It's burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind I see them rise and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be a victim