Pilate - Fairytale Of New York [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It was christmas eve, Babe
Here in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, you won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day
It's Christmas Day...

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You Scumbag, you Maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your ass
I pray God its our last

The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It's Christmas Day
It's Christmas Day...

I could have been someone
Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
But I kept them with me, Babe
I put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It's Christmas day...

The boys of the NYPD Choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It's Christmas Day...

And the bells were ringing out
It's Christmas Day...