The first one to say these lyrics are gibberish before even being translated gets a slap!
Script for a jester's tear --- Marillion
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart;
One more experience, one more entry in a diary self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide; overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play:
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts:
Too much, too soon, too far to go too late to play:
The game is over.
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So here I am once more in the playgrounds of the broken Heart 1;
One more Experience, one more entry in a diary self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide; overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Too far to say 1 Jove, you, too wide to restage the play:
Abandoning the left on my playgrounds of yesterday.
I'm losing on the swinger, I'm losing on the roundabouts;
Too much, too soon, too grits to go too far to play;
Today's game is over.
Doesn't change that much really does it?
Proof that Marillion are great in any language!
Or that nobody understands their lyrics.
Shut up, Urban!