Letra da Música Red Red Wine de The Russian Futurists

Deadest streets
Ever seen,
Deadest hearts
And the cancer that grew in between

Blackest flesh
In our chests,
Blackest nights
And a dream's the only thing we have left

And that's that ill fated day
When it all fades to gray
The skies just bawl
And destroy us all

But I've been where that's just fine
And it's like that all the time
It's dead as dirt
And it thrives on hurt

And they owe
What they've built
To our hearts
And the spears of pain we're using as stilts

We're looking 'round,
We'll never find
Perfect things
And all this squinting is leaving us blind

Futile days,
Aging skin,
And we watch
As innocence is falling to sin

'Cause I've seen starts turn to ends,
And seen the weakening of men
And red wine hopes
Go up in smoke

And young eyes under the moon
In midnight skies dark and blue
Torn to tears
And wasted years

So pass the bottle old friend,
We'll numb our hearts 'til the end
And raise a toast
To our sullen ghosts

When the tears fall like leaves
The losing team still believes
"We've got a shot"
In this pointless plot

And the warmth
Of a human mouth,
It relates
To the number of tales it's spewed out

Plus our bones
Are meant to break,
They reform,
The heart should follow suit for god's sake

And our bones
Mend and break,
They reform,
The heart should follow suit for God's sake

You're a pure setting sun
And the white moonlight hung
In evergreens
And winter scenes

And young eyes under that moon
In midnight skies dark and blue
Are torn to tears
And wasted years