I couldn't care less.
Мы с Ирой едем в метро. и нам приходит в голову, по сути, одно и то же. только разными словами. "Что-то там про лезвия", - подумали мы и решили написать две песни на эту тему.
Итак,
Chorus:
After bathing in blades
You get bored of sees
After tasting the crimes
You are tired of sins
Bathe in blades
Ask for more
Lose the trace
Take and go
Climb the hill
To be on top
Try to feel
What feels a God.
Bathe in blades
Close your eyes
Save your fakes
Not to be despised
Sell it all
Hoping that you gain
But gold is gold
Until silver stays
Chorus:
Bathe in blades
Drain your glass
But look at your face
When you burn your mask
You can just look back
Cause the glass is drained
You mix white and black
When you’re turning grey.
Chorus:
Ну, и
It’s in the midst of the day,
When the traffic is mad,
And there’s nothing extraordinary in my head,
Until I see you,
Each time a system crash.
Who you think I am,
You don’t think at all,
Your eyes are so big,
And you are so small,
When you talk to me,
You sound total trash.
Chorus:
When you invite me to your place,
The final 20 feet is like crossing a razor field,
I’m under your beauty shield,
Sick of love.
Another sleepless night,
The one that seems to be naked and young,
A song to be sung
But for the break of the day.
And when the traffic is mad,
You’re getting dressed up and sad
I think I’m somewhat late to say:
Chorus:
In spite of all the things
That we have ever done,
I don’t think we’re one
I don’t think it true
To divide us into me and you
That’s where it stops.
Chorus:
Итак,
Ирина песня:
Chorus:
After bathing in blades
You get bored of sees
After tasting the crimes
You are tired of sins
Bathe in blades
Ask for more
Lose the trace
Take and go
Climb the hill
To be on top
Try to feel
What feels a God.
Bathe in blades
Close your eyes
Save your fakes
Not to be despised
Sell it all
Hoping that you gain
But gold is gold
Until silver stays
Chorus:
Bathe in blades
Drain your glass
But look at your face
When you burn your mask
You can just look back
Cause the glass is drained
You mix white and black
When you’re turning grey.
Chorus:
Ну, и
Моя песня:
It’s in the midst of the day,
When the traffic is mad,
And there’s nothing extraordinary in my head,
Until I see you,
Each time a system crash.
Who you think I am,
You don’t think at all,
Your eyes are so big,
And you are so small,
When you talk to me,
You sound total trash.
Chorus:
When you invite me to your place,
The final 20 feet is like crossing a razor field,
I’m under your beauty shield,
Sick of love.
Another sleepless night,
The one that seems to be naked and young,
A song to be sung
But for the break of the day.
And when the traffic is mad,
You’re getting dressed up and sad
I think I’m somewhat late to say:
Chorus:
In spite of all the things
That we have ever done,
I don’t think we’re one
I don’t think it true
To divide us into me and you
That’s where it stops.
Chorus:
