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Poets Of The Fall - Skin ( àëüáîì " Temple of Thought " 2012 ãîä ).

Ñðåäà, 30 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2020 ã. 23:10 + â öèòàòíèê
Êîæà.

We made ourselves a home out of our dreams
Ìû ñäåëàëè ñåáå äîì èç íàøèõ ãð¸ç

Brought with us this love now bittersweet
Ñ íàøåé ëþáîâüþ, òåïåðü ãîðüêî-ñëàäêîé

And maybe I could say now that I always thought of you
È âîçìîæíî, ÿ ìîãó ñêàçàòü ñåé÷àñ, ÷òî âñåãäà äóìàë î òåáå

How you've run to walk with me your whole life through
Êàê òû ñîïðîâîæäàåøü ìåíÿ âñþ ñâîþ æèçíü

And I know, we go deeper than skin
È ÿ çíàþ, ÷òî ìû íåìíîãî áîëüøå, ÷åì âèäíî íà ïîâåðõíîñòè

But what lies within is still deeper than we know
Íî òî, ÷òî âíóòðè, ïóñòèëî êîðíè ãëóáæå, ÷åì ìû äóìàåì

And for all this pantomime, you should see the state I'm in
È äëÿ âñåé ýòîé ïàíòîìèìû, òû äîëæíà óâèäåòü, â êàêîì ÿ ñîñòîÿíèè

I couldn't heal myself with time alone
ß íå ñìîã èçëå÷èòü ñåáÿ îäèíî÷åñòâîì

I have you tattooed on my skin
ß ñäåëàë òàòóèðîâêó

This house is full of stories we both told
Ýòîò äîì ïîëîí èñòîðèé, êîòîðûå ìû îáà ðàññêàçàëè

These rooms their very stage where they'd unfold
Ýòè êîìíàòû - èõ ñöåíà, ãäå îíè ðàçâîðà÷èâàëèñü

These walls they whisper secrets and memories thereof
Ýòè ñòåíû, îíè øåï÷óò ñåêðåòû è âîñïîìèíàíèÿ î íèõ

But this door no longer leads us to that love
Íî ýòà äâåðü áîëüøå íå âåä¸ò íàñ ê ýòîé ëþáâè

Yeah, I know, we go deeper than skin
Äà, ÿ çíàþ, ÷òî ìû íåìíîãî áîëüøå, ÷åì âèäíî íà ïîâåðõíîñòè

But what lies within is still deeper than we know
Íî òî, ÷òî âíóòðè, ïóñòèëî êîðíè ãëóáæå, ÷åì ìû äóìàåì

And for all this pantomime...
È äëÿ âñåé ýòîé ïàíòîìèìû...

All I ever wanted was to hold you
Âñ¸, ÷òî ÿ êîãäà - ëèáî õîòåë, ýòî îáíÿòü òåáÿ

What can I do now to make things new
×òî ÿ ìîãó ñåé÷àñ ñäåëàòü äðóãîãî ?

I ain't trying to write you into a song
ß íå ïûòàþñü çàïèñàòü òåáÿ â ïåñíþ

Cos you're too sacred and I would feel wrong
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû ñëèøêîì âàæíà è ÿ áóäó ÷óâñòâîâàòü ñåáÿ íå êîìôîðòíî

But what irony life holds, I was finally ready to meet you halfway
Íî êàêîâà èðîíèÿ, ÿ íàêîíåö áûë ãîòîâ ê íàøåé âñòðå÷å

You turned and walked away
Òû îòâåðíóëàñü è óøëà

And for all this pantomime...
È äëÿ âñåé ýòîé ïàíòîìèìû...

* Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the fall ''
* È òåêñò ãðóñòíûé, è ìåëîäèÿ ãðóñòíàÿ è Ìàðêî òîæå, ãðóñòíûé â ýòîì èñïîëíåíèè.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Temple of Thought" 2012
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