Íåò êîíöà , íåò íà÷àëà .
We can’t seem to let go
Íàì äóìàåòñÿ , ÷òî ìû íå ìîæåì îòïóñòèòü
The thread’s so thin it just doesn’t show anymore
Íèòè íàñòîëüêî òîíêè , ïðîñòî ýòî øîó óæå íå ïîêàçûâàþò .
It seems like we’re playing charades
Êàæåòñÿ , ÷òî ìû èãðàåì â øàðàäû
Playing like we’re afraid to live
Èãðàåì òàê , ñëîâíî ìû áîèìñÿ æèòü .
And this is one sacrifice I don’t want to make
È ýòî åäèíñòâåííàÿ æåðòâà , ÿ íå õî÷ó ïðèíèìàòü .
If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ
There can be no beginning, there can be no beginning
Íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò , íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò
If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ
It feels like forsaking the dawn, we awaken and still we don’t see
Ýòî îùóùåíèå çàáûòîãî ðàññâåòà , ìû ïðîáóæäàåìñÿ è âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì .
I am still secretly grateful you’re living this moment with me
ß ïî-ïðåæíåìó â òàéíå áëàãîäàðåí , ÷òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé .
We can see where it leads
Ìû ìîæåì âèäåòü , êóäà ýòî ïðèâåä¸ò
It’s like you can’t, can’t kill the monster that feeds on you
Êàê áóäòî òû íå ìîæåøü , íå ìîæåøü óáèòü ìîíñòðà ïîæèðàþùåãî òåáÿ
No matter what you do it seems to get you every time
Íåâàæíî , ÷òî òû ïðåäïðèíèìàåøü , ïî-âèäèìîìó äîáèðàåòñÿ äî òåáÿ ïîñòîÿííî
And that’s a predicament if I know anything
È ýòî òðóäíîå ïîëîæåíèå , åñëè ÿ ÷òî-íèáóäü ïîíèìàþ .
If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ
There can be no beginning, there can be no beginning
Íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò , íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò
If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ .
It feels like forsaking the dawn, we awaken and still we don’t see
Ýòî îùóùåíèå çàáûòîãî ðàññâåòà , ìû ïðîáóæäàåìñÿ è âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì .
I’m still secretly grateful you’re living this moment with me
ß ïî-ïðåæíåìó â òàéíå áëàãîäàðåí , ÷òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé .
Secretly grateful you’re sharing this moment with me
 òàéíå ðàä , ÷òî òû äåëèøüñÿ ýòèì ìîìåíòîì ñî ìíîé .
If it’s just one life we’re given, one time you’re living
Åñëè ýòî âñåãî ëèøü îäíà æèçíü , ïîäàðåííàÿ íàì , æèâ¸øü åäèíîæäû .
I feel your touch light up a wild desire
ß ÷óâñòâóþ , ÷òî òâî¸ ïðèêîñíîâåíèå , çàæèãàåò äèêîå æåëàíèå
Borne on my ache to take us ever higher
Óíîñèò ìîþ áîëü è çàáðàñûâàåò íàñ íà íåâèäàííóþ âûñîòó .
In our love we are birds of prey
 íàøåé ëþáâè , ìû õèùíûå ïòèöû
Every cry serves to lead astray
Êàæäûé êðèê ñïîñîáñòâóåò ïðåëüùåíèþ .
So carry my ache and you will know the feeling
Òàê ñîõðàíè ìîþ áîëü è òû óçíàåøü ýòî îùóùåíèå .
Inside I am weak but for this love I’m bearing
Âíóòðè ÿ ñëàá , íî ðàäè ëþáâè ÿ ñòàíó îïîðîé .
So breathe your life in my shades of grey
Òàê âäîõíè ñâîåé æèçíüþ, â ìîè ñåðûå òåíè
Or kill the lights and we’ll fade away
Èëè óáåé îãíè è ìû èñ÷åçíåì .
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