Portobello Belle — текст песни (Dire Straits)

Belladonna`s on the high street
Her breasts upon the offbeat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana`s old clothes
Yeah she got the skirt so tight now
She wanna travel light now
She wanna tear up all her roots now
She got the turn-up on the boots now
She thinks she`s tough
She ain`t no English rose
But the blind singer
He`s seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Blind man he`s singing the Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Once upon a time he could have made her
She thinks she`s tough
She ain`t no English rose
But the blind singer
He`s seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle
Yes and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck a paper rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she get the reggae rumble
Belladonna`s in the jungle
But she ain`t no garden flower
There ain`t no distress in the tower
Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking control
She don`t care about your window box
Or your button hole
She sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle