Íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå.
Sometimes I know there’s nothing to say
ß çíàþ, ÷òî èíîé ðàç ìíå ëó÷øå íè÷åãî íå ãîâîðèòü
So do I pick up my puzzle and just walk away
Òàê ÷òî ÿ çàáèðàþ ñâîè ãîëîâîëîìêè è ïðîñòî óõîæó
Do I follow my conscience
Ïðèäåðæèâàþñü ëè ÿ ñâîèõ óáåæäåíèé ?
Am I mock sincere
Èëè îòêðîâåííî íàñìåõàþñü ?
I don’t know what I’m doing here
ß íå çíàþ, ÷òî ÿ çäåñü äåëàþ.
I have a knack for perceiving things
ß óìåþ ðàñïîçíàâàòü ðàçíîå
I can see how it sounds
ß âèæó,êàê ýòî ïðîçâó÷èò
I can feel how it sings
ß ÷óâñòâóþ, êàê ýòî ñïåòü
When you paint me an image of who you are
Êîãäà òû ìíå ðèñóåøü ñåáÿ
I know it’s the best by far
ß çíàþ,÷òî íà ñåãîäíÿ ýòî ëó÷øåå
So
Òàê
Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair, if all you do is fake it
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå, åñëè âñ¸ , ÷òî âû äåëàåòå , ýòî ïîääåëêà
Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care, cos I could never shake it
Íå íóæíî, íå ãîâîðèòå, ÷òî âàì âñ¸ ðàâíî, ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íèêîãäà íå èçáàâëþñü îò ýòîãî
Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå
Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå
No point of view is enough to quell
Áåñïîëåçíî, íå ïåðåóáåäèòå
The rigors of passion in this world I dwell
 ìèðå ñòîëüêî æåñòîêîñòè, íî ÿ â í¸ì æèâó
If I’m going to scale the highest wall
È åñëè ÿ ñîáèðàþñü óìåíüøèòü ñòåíó
I’m gonna give it my all
ß âñ¸ äëÿ ýòîãî ñäåëàþ
Riding along with this train of thought
Ðàçìûøëÿþ â äâèæåíèè
I see everything, I find all I sought
ß âñ¸ âèæó, ÿ íàõîæó âñ¸, ÷òî èùó
And I try to kick the habit of trying to reach
È ÿ ïûòàþñü èçìåíèòü ïðèâû÷êå, äîáèâàòüñÿ ÷åãî-òî åù¸
But there’s something I do beseech
Íî ÿ êîå-÷òî íå äîãîâàðèâàþ
So please
Òàê ïîæàëóéñòà
Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair, if all you do is fake it
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå, åñëè âñ¸ , ÷òî âû äåëàåòå , ýòî ïîääåëêà
Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care, cos I could never shake it
Íå íóæíî, íå ãîâîðèòå, ÷òî âàì âñ¸ ðàâíî, ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íèêîãäà íå èçáàâëþñü îò ýòîãî
Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íåò, íå íóæíî ëåçòü êî ìíå
Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íåò, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå
I’ll say it’s not surprising
ß ñêàæó, ÷òî íå óäèâë¸í
You’re sweet talking, mesmerizing, juicy and appetizing
Çàâîðàæèâàþùå, èíòåðåñíî è ïðèâëåêàòåëüíî, âû òàê ñëàäêî ãîâîðèòå
True
Ïðàâäó
But will I need to get over you
Íî íóæíî ëè ìíå ïðè ýòîì çàáûòü ñåáÿ ?
Feels like my sun is rising
Îùóùàþ, ÷òî ìî¸ ñîëíöå âñòà¸ò
Tick, tick, tick, synchronizing
Òèê-òàê, òèê-òàê, ïðîñûïàþñü
Readjusting, organizing me
Ïåðåñòðàèâàþñü, îðãàíèçóþ ñåáÿ
Is this fiction reality
Ýòî ôàíòàñòè÷åñêàÿ ðåàëüíîñòü
Bless the uncompromising
Áëàãîñëîâè íåóñòóï÷èâûõ
With no shame for advertising
Íåñìîòðÿ íè íà ÷òî, â ðåêëàìå íåò íè÷åãî ïîñòûäíîãî
When my needs go through downsizing
Êîãäà ìîè ïîòðåáíîñòè ñîêðàùàþòñÿ
I need someone to pick up my beat
Ìíå âñ¸ æå íåîáõîäèì åù¸ êòî-òî ðÿäîì
My dreams need realizing
Ìîè ìå÷òû íóæíî îñóùåñòâèòü
Candles on sugar icing
Çàäóþ ñâå÷êè íà òîðòå
Judgment and harmonizing
Ðåøåíèÿ è êîîðäèíàöèÿ
Or it’ll end up like before
Èëè âñ¸ çàêîí÷èòñÿ, êàê è ðàíüøå
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