Ñòðàñòü îêðàøèâàåò âñ¸ .
This is my toothpaste moment, oh, I’ll need to flash a smile
Ýòî ìîìåíò ìîåé çóáíîé ïàñòû , ìíå íåîáõîäèìà áëåñòÿùàÿ óëûáêà
I’ll be the super-absorbent-man, watch them flock to me in single file
ß áóäó ñóïåðïîãëîòèòåëåì , ñìîòðåòü, êàê îíè óñòðåìÿòñÿ êî ìíå â îäíîé øåðåíãå
And I’ll need to do it with style, I need to keep me up to date
È ìíå íóæíî ñäåëàòü ýòî èçÿùíî , ìíå íåîáõîäèìî ïîñòîÿííî îáíîâëÿòüñÿ .
Swallowing the sun run another mile, it’s overrated how we underrate
Ïðîãëîòèòü çâåçäó , ïðîáåæàòü íå îäíó ìèëþ , ýòî ïåðåîöåíåíî ,÷òî ìû íåäîîöåíèâàåì .
I dance in tune with what I fear
ß íàñòðàèâàþñü òàíöåâàòü ñ òåì , ÷åãî îïàñàþñü ,
To do adrenaline
âûñâîáîæäàåòñÿ àäðåíàëèí .
Completely rapt with what I hear
Ïîëíîñòüþ ïîãëîù¸í òåì , ÷òî ñëûøó ,
When passion colors everything
Êîãäà ñòðàñòü îêðàøèâàåò âñ¸ .
The songs I sing, from way out there to deep within
Ïåñíè , ÷òî ÿ ïîþ , ñïîñîá äîáðàòüñÿ äî ãëóáèí äóøè .
The face I wear behind my grin
ß ïðÿ÷ó ëèöî çà ñâîåé óñìåøêîé .
The price I pay for my original sin
Öåíà , êîòîðóþ ÿ ïëà÷ó çà ñâîè èñòèííûå íåäîñòàòêè .
Everything, everything, everything
Âñ¸ , âñ¸ , âñ¸
I have a mind for simple things, but things are not of mind to simplify
Ó ìåíÿ åñòü ïîíèìàíèå ïðîñòûõ âåùåé , íî íå âñå âåùè ïðîñòû â ïîíèìàíèè .
There’s always some loophole technicality you buy into and pay until you die
Âñåãäà åñòü òåõíè÷åñêàÿ óëîâêà ,âû ïîêóïàåòå è îïëà÷èâàåòå , äî ñàìîé ñìåðòè .
Money doesn’t bring me joy, it’s more like a darling dead weight
Äåíüãè íå ïðèíîñÿ ìíå ðàäîñòè , ýòî áîëüøå íàïîìèíàåò äîðîãîé , ì¸ðòâûé ãðóç .
And I seem to have lost my appetite, it’s underrated how we overrate
È ÿ êàæåòñÿ ïîòåðÿë àïïåòèò , íåäîîöåíåíî , òî ÷òî ìû ïåðåîöåíèâàåì .
I dance entangled with my dear
ß òàíöóþ ïåðåïëåòàÿñü , ñ ìîåé ìèëîé ,
She pulls my every string
Îíà ä¸ðãàåò ìåíÿ çà íèòî÷êè , ñëîâíî ìàðèîíåòêó
Completely trapped yet never here
Ïîëíîñòüþ çàñòðÿë , íî çäåñü , íèêîãäà .
When passion colors everything…
Êîãäà ñòðàñòü îêðàøèâàåò âñ¸ ...
And when I’m finally brought to my senses
È êîãäà ÿ íàêîíåö ïðèâ¸ë ñåáÿ â ÷óâñòâà
Parade the rain on my parade
Äîæäü ïîðòèò ìîé òðèóìô ,
Before I’m back to my defenses
Ïðåæäå , ÷åì ÿ âåðíóñü ê ñâîåé çàùèòå ,
To watch the whole thing escalate
×òîáû ïîñìîòðåòü âñþ èñòîðèþ ïî íàðàñòàþùåé .
I dance in tune with what I fear
ß íàñòðàèâàþñü òàíöåâàòü ñ òåì , ÷åãî îïàñàþñü ,
To do adrenaline
âûñâîáîæäàåòñÿ àäðåíàëèí .
Completely rapt with what I hear
Ïîëíîñòüþ ïîãëîù¸í òåì , ÷òî ñëûøó ,
When passion colors everything…
Êîãäà ñòðàñòü îêðàøèâàåò âñ¸ ...
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