Chief - Irish Song [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

If all the streets were water
I'll sail down the rivers
Under the the sheet of flowers
I rest my head on her
Whatever keeps me going
Is stuck inside a dream
From what I see

In Los Angeles
The farther it hurts
And the last hit breathes?

The old, I do admire
And where it might have been
For you are not allowed to tell me that I've sinned
I'm looking for the good time
To say that I have risen from what I've seen

In Lost Angeles
The farther it hurts
And the last hit breathes?

All of the weight in the wide hist? of clouds
? away
Turning inside out

There is a feeling that is swallowing
My home every time that I lie in your bed
Don't know what is coming, didn't ask for a thing
Let it go
I'm here with you
And please do not wait
To remind me ?

If all the streets were water
I'll sail down the rivers
Under the the sheet of flowers
I rest my head on her
Whatever keeps me going
Is stuck inside a dream
From what I see
In Los Angeles