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Mute Witness

Your poor witness
Crying so loudly on the floor
Oh well, she's only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
Now see her standing on the table
With her small arms flailing
And you feel such compassion
In your soul for
Your mute witness
Still testing the strength
Of our patience
Oh well, she's only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
Now see her pointing to the frisbee
With a memory so fuzzy
And her silent words
Describing the fright of last night
4 a.m. Northside, Clapham Common
Oh God, what was she doing there?
Will she sketch the answer later?
Well, I will ask her
"Now dry your tears, my dear"
Now see her mime in time so nicely
It would all have been so clear
If only she had never volunteered
"Your taxi is here, my dear"



Album: Kill Uncle
Year of Publication: 1991
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Clive Langer

last update: 21.05.2005

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Il testimone muto

La tua povera testimone
Che piange così forte stesa a terra
Oh lei sta solo cercando di dirti
Quello che ha visto
Lei cerca di dirti
Cos'era quel che ha visto
Adesso la vedi in piedi sul tavolo
Agitare le sue piccole braccia
E senti una tale compassione
In cuor tuo per
La tua testimone muta
Che ancora mette a dura prova
La nostra pazienza
Oh lei sta solo cercando di dirti
Quello che ha visto
Lei cerca di dirti
Cos'era quel che ha visto
Adesso la vedi indicare il frisbee
Con un ricordo così confuso
E le sue parole silenziose
Che descrivono il terrore della scorsa notte
4 del mattino Northside, Clapham Common
Dio mio, chissà cosa ci faceva lì?
Ci scriverà la risposta più tardi?
Bene, la interrogherò io
"Ora asciugati le lacrime, mia cara"
Adesso la vedi mimare a tempo così bene
Tutto sarebbe stato molto più chiaro
Se solo lei non si fosse mai offerta spontaneamente
"Il tuo taxi è arrivato, mia cara"



Album: Kill Uncle
Anno di pubblicazione: 1991
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Clive Langer

ultimo agg.: 21.05.2005

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