Исполнитель: Pulp

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Песня: Being Followed Home
I'm being followed home
I'm being followed home
I don't know what for
I don't know by whom
The smell of your dress
A face in the rain
The pavement shines wet...
In focus again...
Oh...

In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind
For a well-balanced view
That was not mine to find
Heaven knows, all your stars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands leave their marks in the sand
They last for ever, for ever...

It's clear to me
You fit so perfectly
In a dimly lit room
Just inside of the sea
His twisted face
Tells me to leave this place
You know somewhere
But I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there

Heaven knows, all your stars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands leave their marks in the sand
They last for ever, for ever

They've followed me home
The one with the dog
Breath in
The tattoo bar says something in a language
That I don't uderstand
The street stinks of piss and dead fish
Jump a garden wall
landing on the slimy grass
Air roaring in my lungs
Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me
Down another cobbled street
Footsteps bouncing off the walls...
Which way?...
A bottle smashes...
The glint of a blade in the moonlight...
Someone laughs, the corners turned... and it's too late...
The first blow falls... and nothing.

I awoke on the beach sometime later
To a grey and sunless sky
Your voice still slithers in my head
I can't remember what you said
I get to my feet, my body aches
I make for the town for no-one's sake
My mind is a blur, I feel so weak
I see your reflection in the street
It's what you deserve, it's what you need
Just like those stupid books you read
I look to the sky, I see your face
Collapse in the road I hear you say
I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there!

My wound's healing now
And your imprint fades
Now just a pale scar
For five vanished days
Your voice is so weak
Your face is unclear
Your body a legend from a forgotten year
I've been followed home... (2x)

Перевод песни:
Преследуемый по дороге домой

Меня преследуют по дороге домой,
Меня преследуют по дороге домой.
Я не знаю, зачем,
Не знаю, кто.
Запах твоего платья,
Твое лицо под дождем,
Мокрая мостовая...
Эта картина снова перед глазами*........ [открыть перевод]

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