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 ''.