Ñïëåòíè.
Like whispered hot secrets your restless dreams will fade away
Îò æàðêîãî ïåðåø¸ïòûâàíèÿ ñåêðåòîâ , òâîè íåóãîìîííûå ìå÷òû íà÷íóò èñ÷åçàòü
In still life like motion slow through the frantic rush of the day
Âñ¸ ðàâíî æèçíü , êàê çàìåäëåííîå äâèæåíèå ñêâîçü áåçóìíûé àæèîòàæ äíÿ .
With lackeys of lust crowding the streets
Ñ ïîõîòëèâûìè ëàêåÿìè ïåðåïîëíåííûõ óëèö .
N’ I know they would steal your heart to see my love tortured
Íåò , ÿ çíàþ îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå , ÷òîáû óâèäåòü ìó÷åíèÿ ìîåé ëþáâè
Render trust a hostage to fortune
Èçîáðàæàÿ äîâåðèå çàëîæíèêó ñóäüáû.
Rumors seduce like fire
Ñïëåòíè ñîáëàçíÿþò , êàê îãîíü
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Seducing illusions driving the chariot of hearts astray
Ñîáëàçíÿþùèå èëëþçèè âîäÿò êîëåñíèöó çàáëóäøèõ ñåðäåö.
Standing silent vigil over the moments of ease that still remain
Íåïîäâèæíîå ìîë÷àëèâîå äåæóðñòâî â ìîìåíòû ë¸ãêîñòè ,êîòîðûå åù¸ äåðæàòñÿ .
With a thorn to the side for every good deed
Ñ øèïîì â ñòîðîíó êàæäîãî õîðîøåãî ïîñòóïêà
N’ I know they would steal your heart…
Íåò , ÿ çíàþ îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå ...
Oooh…
Every day is a day we awake into this life
Êàæäûé äåíü - ýòî äåíü íàøåãî ïðîáóæäåíèÿ ê æèçíè ,
Another chance another line to define
Åù¸ îäèí øàíñ äëÿ îïðåäåëåíèÿ äðóãîãî íàïðàâëåíèÿ ,
And we will dance, we will play, and experience a lifetime
È ìû ñòàíöóåì , ìû ñûãðàåì è ïðîæèâ¸ì âñþ æèçíü .
Every day is a day we die
Êàæäûé äåíü - ýòî äåíü íàøåé ñìåðòè
Cos I know they would steal your heart…
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ çíàþ , îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå ...
N’ I know they would steal your heart to see my love tortured
Íåò , ÿ çíàþ , ÷òî îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå , ÷òîáû óâèäåòü ìó÷åíèÿ ìîåé ëþáâè
Render trust a hostage to fortune
Èçîáðàæàÿ äîâåðèå çàëîæíèêó ñóäüáû .
Rumors seduce like wildfire
Ñïëåòíè îáîëüùàþò , êàê äèêèé îãîíü .
Steal your heart to see my love tortured…
Âûêðàäè ñâî¸ ñåðäöå , ÷òîáû óâèäåòü ìó÷åíèÿ ìîåé ëþáâè ...
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