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Poets of the fall - Running out of time ( àëüáîì " Temple of Thought " 2012 ãîä ).

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 28 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2020 ã. 22:47 + â öèòàòíèê
Óáåãàþùåå âðåìÿ.

Here's my confession, cos I can't keep it in me
Ýòî ìî¸ ïðèçíàíèå, ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íå ìîãó äåðæàòü ýòî â ñåáå

And you know I'm breathless as I come undone
È òû çíàåøü, ÷òî ó ìåíÿ ïåðåõâàòûâàåò äûõàíèå, êîãäà ïðèõîæó èñïðàâèòü

Undone before you
Ïðåæäå, ÷åì òû ñîâåðøèøü íåïîïðàâèìîå

Loving every heartache, revel in every twisting turn
Ëþáÿ ñàìî ñòðàäàíèå, íàñëàæäàÿñü êàæäûì ïîâîðîòîì

I can feel your wisdom burn in me like a second sun
ß ìîãó îùóùàòü, ÷òî òâîÿ òî÷êà çðåíèÿ ãîðèò âî ìíå,ñëîâíî ìèíóòû çàêàòíîãî ñîëíöà

Please forgive me, I can't lay down to waste mine
Ïîæàëóéñòà, ïðîñòè ìåíÿ, ÿ íå ìîãó îòëîæèòü ýòî, ÷òîáû ïîòåðÿòü

Going crazy running out of...
Ñîéòè ñ óìà...

Why's it feel, like it kills, when you're leaving me
Ïî÷åìó âîçíèêàþò ýòè óáèâàþùèå îùóùåíèÿ, êîãäà òû ïîêèäàåøü ìåíÿ

Am I still hanging on to the ends of yesterday in me
È ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ öåïëÿþñü çà â÷åðàøíèé äåíü ?

When I was crying for my fears, bitter tears
Êîãäà ÿ ãîðüêî ïëàêàë èç-çà ñâîèõ ñòðàõîâ

But you made me see we're crazy running
Íî òû çàñòàâèëà ìåíÿ óâèäåòü, ÷òî ìû áåçóìöû â ýòîì çàáåãå

Crazy running like we're running out of time
Áåçóìíûé áåã, ñëîâíî íàøå âðåìÿ ñêîðî ðàñòâîðèòñÿ

Take my aggression as a gift to show us what we need to change
Âîñïðèíèìàé ìîþ àãðåññèþ, ñëîâíî ïîäàðîê, ïîêàæè ýòèì, ÷òî íàì íåîáõîäèìî èçìåíèòüñÿ

The thoughts we need to rearrange
Ìûñëè, êîòîðûå íóæíî ïîìåíÿòü

Cos we're alright now
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òåïåðü ìû â ïîðÿäêå

Here's my confession, though I don't bow to authority
Ýòî ìî¸ ïðèçíàíèå, õîòü ÿ è íå ïîäàþñü âëèÿíèþ

Right and wrong are my left and right
Ïðàâèëüíî è íåïðàâèëüíî, ìîè óéòè è èñïðàâèòü

And this feels like we're crazy running like we're running out of time
Ýòî êàê áóäòî, ìû áåçóìíû â ýòîì çàáåãå, ñëîâíî íàøå âðåìÿ çàêàí÷èâàåòñÿ

Forgive me I can't lay down waiting
Ïðîñòè ìåíÿ, ÿ íå ìîãó æäàòü

Why's it feel, like it kills, you're not leaving me
Ïî÷åìó âîçíèêàþò ýòè óáèâàþùèå îùóùåíèÿ, êîãäà òû íå ïîêèäàåøü ìåíÿ

Am I still hanging on to the ends of yesterday in me
È ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ öåïëÿþñü çà â÷åðàøíèé äåíü ?

Still defining all my fears, bitter tears
Âñ¸ åù¸ îïðåäåëÿÿ âñ¸ ìîè ñòðàõè, ãîðüêèìè ñëåçàìè

You can make me see we're crazy running
Òû ìîæåøü çàñòàâèòü óâèäåòü, ÷òî ìû áåçóìíû â ýòîì çàáåãå

Crazy running like we're running out of time
Ñóìàñøåñòâèå, ñëîâíî íàøå âðåìÿ ïî÷òè çàêîí÷èëîñü

Why's it feel, like it kills, you're not leaving me
Ïî÷åìó âîçíèêàþò ýòè óáèâàþùèå îùóùåíèÿ, êîãäà òû íå ïîêèäàåøü ìåíÿ

Am I still hanging on to the ends of yesterday in me
È ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ öåïëÿþñü çà â÷åðàøíèé äåíü ?

When I was crying for my fears, bitter tears
Êîãäà ÿ ãîðüêî ïëàêàë èç-çà ñâîèõ ñòðàõîâ

But you made me see we're crazy running
Íî òû çàñòàâèëà ìåíÿ óâèäåòü, ÷òî ìû áåçóìöû â ýòîì çàáåãå

Crazy running like we're running out of time
Áåçóìíûé áåã, ñëîâíî íàøå âðåìÿ ñêîðî ðàñòâîðèòüñÿ

* ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Temple of Thought" 2012
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