Текст песни Panic At The Disco - Mad As Rabbits

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Come save me from walking off a windowsill
Or i’ll sleep in the rain.
Don’t you remember when I was a bird
And you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America
Briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again,
Can’t get enough trash.

He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
Preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in to learn his clothes
Had been thieved at the train station.
The rope hung his other branch
And at the end was a dog called Bambi
Who was chewing on his parliaments
When he tried to save the calendar business.

He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
Fell to a cheap crowd
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
You know we live in a toy.
You know that Paul Cates
Bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
Well, but there ain’t no sunshine in his song

We must reinvent love, reinvent love, reinvent love

He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.

Приди и спаси меня от смертельного прыжка из окна,
Или я засну под дождем...
Помнишь ли ты то время, когда я был невинным юнцом,
А ты была знаменитостью?
Теперь этот юнец колесит по Америке,
С портфелем в руке.
Его тело снова окутано жаром,
А ему все мало трэша...

Он провёл полжизни на празднествах,
В итоге - совсем спятил
И подцепил кучу вредных привычек.
Кто мог бы просить о большем?
Да, кто мог бы иметь больше?

Его руки были похожи на ветки рождественнсой елки,
Он проповедовал идеи дьявола в церкви.
Он хотел сдать вещи в камеру хранения,
Но узнал, что их украли на вокзале.
С другой ветви свисала верёвка,
На конце которой был привязан пес по имени Бэмби,
Который жевал его имбирные пряники,
Когда тот пытался спасти свой бизнес.

Он провёл полжизни на празднествах,
В итоге - совсем спятил
И подцепил кучу вредных привычек.
Кто мог бы просить о большем?
Да, кто мог бы иметь больше?

Бедный сын робкого трубочиста
Достался подлой толпе.
Так оставайтесь же в неведении, всё выделив курсивом...
Знаете, жизнь - это манипуляции с игрушками.
Так, Пол Кейтс
Купил себе трубу в армии спасения,
И всё же в его песне нет радости и света...

Мы должны заново изобрести любовь, заново изобрести любовь...

Он провёл полжизни на празднествах,
В итоге - совсем спятил
И подцепил кучу вредных привычек.
Кто мог бы просить о большем?
Да, кто мог бы иметь больше? Come save me from walking on a windowsill
Or i'll sleep in the rain.
Do not you remember when I was a bird
And you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America
Briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again,
Can not get enough trash.
He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.
His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
Preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in to learn his clothes
Had been thieved at the train station.
The rope hung his other branch
And at the end was a dog called Bambi
Who was chewing on his parliaments
When he tried to save the calendar business.
He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.
The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
Fell to a cheap crowd
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
You know we live in a toy.
You know that Paul Cates
Bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
Well, but there is not no sunshine in his song
We must reinvent love, reinvent love, reinvent love
He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.
Come and save me from the fatal jump from the window,
Or I go to sleep in the rain ...
Do you remember the time when I was an innocent youngster,
And you were a celebrity?
Now, this young man travels across America,
With a portfolio in hand.
His body was wrapped in heat again,
And he's all the little trash ...
He spent half his life in the festivities,
The result - a completely crazy
And I picked up a bunch of bad habits.
Who could ask for more?
Yes, who could have more?
His arms were like tree branches rozhdestvennsoy,
He preached the idea of the devil in the church.
He wanted to deliver things in a locker,
But I know that they were stolen at the station.
On the other branches hanging rope,
At the end of which he was tied dog named Bambi,
Who chewed its gingerbread,
When he was trying to save his business.
He spent half his life in the festivities,
The result - a completely crazy
And I picked up a bunch of bad habits.
Who could ask for more?
Yes, who could have more?
The poor son of a timid chimney sweep
Got vile crowd.
So stay the same in the dark, all in italics ...
You know, life - is the manipulation of toys.
So, Paul Cates
I bought a tube into the Salvation Army,
Yet in his song, no joy and light ...
We must reinvent love, reinvent love ...
He spent half his life in the festivities,
The result - a completely crazy
And I picked up a bunch of bad habits.
Who could ask for more?
Yes, who could have more?