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Being Tom Waits (2002)
Blue Valentines
(Tom Waits)

Она шлёт мне грустные валентинки из Филаделфии
Ко дню рождения того человека, которым я некогда был
И они похожи скорее на ордер на мой арест
Как полузабытые сны, словно галька в моём ботинке
Зачем я храню это безумие в ящике ночного столика
Был бы счастливей без них с разбитым незрячим сердцем
Спящим под лацканом пиджака…
               Dm       E
She sends me blue valentines
         Dm            E
All the way from Philadelphia
    Dm           E
To mark the anniversary
    Am            A7
Of someone that I used to be
        Dm                  E
And it feels like ther's a warrant
   Am                A7
Is out for my arrest
                   Dm           E        Am   A7
Baby, you got me checkin in my rearview mirror
        Dm             E
And I'm always on the run
              Am            A7
Thats why I changed my name
       H7                              E
But I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
I only see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders, daby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I could never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I only die just a little more on each St. Valentines day
But you remember that I promised I would write…

These blue valentines
Blue valentines
Blue valentines