Ron Sexsmith - Saint Bernard [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

There's a portrait on my wall
A map of a friend
Confer to where I call
On whom I can depend
My imaginary back door
I have a saint Bernard
Oh my lord
In my big backyard

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Dispatches from the pound
I recieve in my dreams
Black tears of white and brown
That's a rip on the scheme
And life won't seem to hard
If I had a Saint Bernard
Oh my Lord
It wouldn't be so hard


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Who else is going to rescue me when I'm face down in the snow?
No other dog looks a bit like me
I'm feeling
Or unwilling
Unable to make the show

In my imaginary backyard
There's a flask around his neck
A brandy for me
Sip on as I reflect
On your mortality
Like a four legged Minnie Maud
I'm talking Saint Bernard
On a four
He's my minnie maud

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I'm talking Saint Bernard

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