Текст песни Тюлень Тюленевич - Погаси свечи
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The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
Blow out the candles
Of all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Пробивая брешь в счастье.
Небо было белым, как ее волосы.
В тот день нужно было забрать
Ребенка назад и застрелить.
Я мог похоронить всю свою падаль
В ее голове-кладбище.
Она владела черной магией,
А я овладел всеми её мыслями*.
Затем все выглядело, будто одна машина разбилась,
Но я знал, что это была ужасная трагедия,
Путь лишиться даже крошечной радости.
Погаси свечи
Всех моих франкенштейнов.
Наконец, мое смертельное желание исполнится.
На вкус ты подобна возлюбленной,
И мы плачем,
Ты подобна дню рождения.
Мне бы стоило сделать пару фото,
Они существовали бы дольше, чем ты.
Пробивая бреши в счастье,
Мы закрасим будущее в черный,
Если ему вообще нужен какой-то цвет.
Мой смертный приговор - история.
А кто же будет копать мне могилу,
Когда ты, наконец, позволишь мне умереть?
Наше убийство романтично -
Если ты Бонни, я буду твоим Клайдом.
Но здесь трава зеленее, и
Я вижу всех твоих змей.
Ты горда тем, что обесчещена.
Побежали со мной в ад, пожалуйста.
Погаси свечи
Всех моих франкенштейнов.
Наконец, мое смертельное желание исполнится.
На вкус ты подобна возлюбленной,
И мы плачем,
Ты подобна дню рождения.
Мне бы стоило сделать пару фото,
Они существовали бы дольше, чем ты.
* - досл.: я был в самой глубине ее кожи Putting Holes in Happines
The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
Blow out the candles
Of all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Breaching in happiness.
The sky was white as her hair.
On that day, it was necessary to take
Baby back and shoot .
I could bury all their carrion
In her head - cemetery.
She had black magic
I mastered all her thoughts * .
Then it looked as if one machine breaks,
But I knew it was a terrible tragedy ,
Way to lose even a tiny joy.
Extinguish the candles
All my Frankenstein.
Finally , my fatal desire fulfilled.
You taste like a lover,
And we cry ,
You are like a birthday .
I would make a couple of cost photo
They have existed longer than you .
Punching holes in happiness
We paint the future black,
If he do need some color.
My death sentence - history .
And who is going to dig my grave,
When you finally let me die?
Our romantic murder -
If you're Bonnie, I 'll be your Clyde .
But here the grass is greener , and
I see all of your snakes .
You're proud to be a prostitute .
Ran with me to hell , please.
Extinguish the candles
All my Frankenstein.
Finally , my fatal desire fulfilled.
You taste like a lover,
And we cry ,
You are like a birthday .
I would make a couple of cost photo
They have existed longer than you .
* - Verbatim . : I was in the depths of her skin
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