Текст песни Arcade Fire — Cold Wind

In a middle of the summer
I’m not sleeping
Cold wind blowing.
In a middle of the nights they
Try to find me but I’m still driving.
If you’re going to San Fransisco
Lay some flowers on the grave stone.
There’s a music on a station
But I’m just listening
Cold wind whistling.
And if they ever find me tell the papers
Cold wind, cold wind
Cold, cold wind blowing,
Cold wind blowing.
(Hey hey hey)
Something ain’t right,
Something ain’t right.
And if they ever find me tell the papers
Cold wind, cold wind
Cold, cold wind blowing,
Cold wind blowing,
Cold wind blowing,
Cold wind blowing.