Then i come in,
they go mad, hit my nose and
hit my back, break me every
single bone, throw me out just
like a stone. It's the corner. it's
the dress, small the town and
big the mess, that I cause with
every step, but still I walk,
nonetheless. They're skipping
backwards, they're trashing
days, is that all they're
believing in? Smash my head
to make it spin. It won't change
so come with me, just with your
eyes I will see. just with your
arms I can hold, and keep
away them dump and cold.
Затем я вхожу,
они сходят с ума, бьют меня по носу и по спине, сломайте каждую мою кость, выбросьте меня как камень.
Это - тупик.
Это платье, маленький город и
большой беспорядок, который я вызываю
каждым шагом, но тем не менее я иду,
тем не менее.
Это дни погрома.
Это то, во что они верят?
Разбейте мою голову, заставьте её вращаться. Это не изменится, так что идите со мной, только с вашими глазами я буду видеть.
Только с вашим оружием я смогу выдержать, и держаться подальше от мусора и холода. Then i come in,
they go mad, hit my nose and
hit my back, break me every
single bone, throw me out just
like a stone. It's the corner. it's
the dress, small the town and
big the mess, that I cause with
every step, but still I walk,
nonetheless. They're skipping
backwards, they're trashing
days, is that all they're
believing in? Smash my head
to make it spin. It will not change
so come with me, just with your
eyes I will see. just with your
arms I can hold, and keep
away them dump and cold.
Then I go,
They are crazy, beat me on the nose and on the back, break my every bone, discard me like a stone.
This is - a dead end.
This dress, and a small town
big mess that I call
every step, but nevertheless I go,
Nonetheless.
These are the days of the pogrom.
This is what they believe?
Break my mind, make it rotate. That will not change, so go with me, but with your eyes I see.
Only with your arms I can survive, and keep away from garbage and cold. Смотрите также: | |
