Clementine — текст песни (The Decemberists)

you slept in your overalls
after the wrecking ball
bereft you of house and home
and left you with sweet fuck-all
so we got in your car
with our kickabout hearts
and we hollered out `sweet clementine`

tell your mom to marry us
a candle to carry us
with cans on our bicycle fenders
so sweet and hilarious
and we`ll find us a home
built of packaging foam
that will be there `til after we die

and, i`ll play the clarinet
use clamshells for castinets
we play with our bags on our shoulders
my sweet lady lioness
and i watch as you sleep
so indelibly deep
and i hum to you sweet clementine