Deskripsi
Artis Utama: Pemadaman Bergulir Demam Pesisir
Produser: Joe White
Produser: Anna Laverty
Komposer: Francis Keaney
Komposer: Joe White
Komposer: Joe Russo
Komposer: Tom Russo
Komposer: Marcel Tussie
Penulis Lirik: Tom Russo
Lirik dan terjemahan
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Sunburn in London, up from the colony.
Greet the old enemy with new energy. Haven't we met before? Ancient history.
In the Rose Garden, felt your hot heart and. . .
We are strangers, we will always be strangers.
Sunburn in Dublin, the queen is dead.
I see my brothers in the street, long live our friends. I see my mother in the hills if I squint hard enough.
I'm not the only one nostalgically fucked up.
And it's been raining for four hundred years here.
Sunburn in Tokyo, we were still strangers. Kissed by the turnstile, Shibuya Station.
I held you close as the lights smeared. Under the umbrella, your eyes were clear.
As through the autumn stream, smoke from the alley.
My sunstone, my sunlit dreams, and always strangers.
Sunburn in Oslo, glass towers gleaming.
In the brilliant views, expensive blues. In secret harbors, teens strum mischief.
But it gets harder when the midnight sun shines down, down on everyone.
It's our situation.
Sunburn in New York, city of the holy.
Touched down in Newark, dreaming started slowly.
Tony said, "Ever feel like you missed out on the ground floor?
" Say sweet nothing in endless bathrooms.
There are countries in the canyons, garbage marinating on the pavement. Trust fund babies make a great bid.
This must be the place.
Sunburn in Melbourne, arrived uninvited. Now we're inside, lock the door behind.
I'm at the bar, still talking 'bout the war.
Talk about old enemies, talk about new energy. Talk about property, talk about old history. Talk crossroad
Germany, talk midnight Sicily.
Talk caustic Calvary, talk past life revelry.
Talk about revolution, we talk about Melbourne, and Caroline springs eternal.
Sunburn in Tokyo, we were still strangers. Kissed by the turnstile, Shibuya
Station. I held you close as the lights smeared.
Under the umbrella, your eyes were clear.
As through the autumn stream, smoke from the alley.
My sunstone, my sunlit dreams, and always strangers.
We will never get the idea, my mind and your eyes on trial wrong.
Eyes on trial, your eyes on trial, your eyes on trial, your eyes on trial, your eyes on trial, your eyes on trial, your eyes on trial, your eyes on trial.
Winding back to the start, when the prey was in the park.
But the days keep coming strong, and the shadow's growing long.
Winding back to the start, when the rain was on the chart.
And the sun, it rises still on our outpost on the hill.
Terjemahan bahasa Indonesia
Terbakar sinar matahari di London, naik dari koloni.
Sambut musuh lama dengan energi baru. Bukankah kita pernah bertemu sebelumnya? Sejarah kuno.
Di Rose Garden, rasakan hatimu yang panas dan. . .
Kita adalah orang asing, kita akan selalu menjadi orang asing.
Terbakar sinar matahari di Dublin, ratu sudah mati.
Aku melihat saudara-saudaraku di jalan, panjang umur teman-teman kita. Aku melihat ibuku di perbukitan jika aku memicingkan mata cukup keras.
Saya bukan satu-satunya yang mengalami nostalgia.
Dan telah turun hujan selama empat ratus tahun di sini.
Terbakar sinar matahari di Tokyo, kami masih asing. Dicium oleh pintu putar, Stasiun Shibuya.
Aku memelukmu erat saat lampu meredup. Di bawah payung, matamu terlihat jernih.
Seperti melewati aliran musim gugur, asap dari gang.
Batu matahariku, mimpiku yang diterangi matahari, dan selalu orang asing.
Terbakar sinar matahari di Oslo, menara kaca berkilauan.
Dalam pemandangan cemerlang, musik blues mahal. Di pelabuhan rahasia, para remaja memainkan kenakalan.
Namun hal ini menjadi lebih sulit ketika matahari tengah malam menyinari semua orang.
Ini adalah situasi kita.
Terbakar sinar matahari di New York, kota suci.
Mendarat di Newark, mimpi dimulai perlahan.
Tony berkata, "Pernahkah Anda merasa ketinggalan di lantai dasar?
" Jangan katakan apa pun yang manis di kamar mandi tanpa akhir.
Ada negara-negara di ngarai, sampahnya terendam di trotoar. Dana perwalian bayi memberikan tawaran yang bagus.
Ini pasti tempatnya.
Sunburn di Melbourne, datang tanpa diundang. Sekarang kita di dalam, kunci pintunya di belakang.
Saya di bar, masih membicarakan tentang perang.
Bicara tentang musuh lama, bicara tentang energi baru. Bicara soal properti, bicara sejarah lama. Bicara perempatan
Jerman, bicara tengah malam di Sisilia.
Bicara tentang Golgota yang pedas, bicara tentang pesta pora kehidupan masa lalu.
Bicara tentang revolusi, kita bicara tentang Melbourne, dan mata air Caroline yang abadi.
Terbakar sinar matahari di Tokyo, kami masih asing. Dicium oleh pintu putar, Shibuya
Stasiun. Aku memelukmu erat saat lampu meredup.
Di bawah payung, matamu terlihat jernih.
Seperti melewati aliran musim gugur, asap dari gang.
Batu matahariku, mimpiku yang diterangi matahari, dan selalu orang asing.
Kita tidak akan pernah salah dalam memahami ide, pikiran saya, dan mata Anda saat diadili.
Matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili, matamu diadili.
Berliku kembali ke awal, saat mangsanya berada di taman.
Namun hari-hari semakin cerah, dan bayangan semakin panjang.
Kembali ke awal, saat hujan sedang turun di grafik.
Dan matahari, masih terbit di pos terdepan kami di atas bukit.