Mistral Songtext
von The Decemberists

So we already wrecked the rental car
And I′ve already lost my way
My feet entombed in this tourist bar
For a day, anyway

So lay me out on the cobblestone
And unfurl this aching jib
The streets are built on ancient bones
And the crib are the ribs

Won't the mistral blow it all away?
Won′t the mistral blow away?
Won't the mistral blow it all away?
Won't it blow, won′t it blow, won′t it blow?


So it's me and you and the baby boy
And a Ford to share the weight
Reeking out a little joy
What a waste, back to the States

Won′t the mistral blow it all away?
Won't the mistral blow away?
Won′t the mistral blow it all away?
Won't it blow, won′t it blow, won't it blow?

Won't the mistral blow it all away?
Won′t the mistral blow away?
Won′t the mistral blow it all away?
Won't it blow, won′t it blow, won't it blow?

Won′t the mistral blow it all away? (Won't it blow it down?)
Won′t the mistral blow away?