was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.
Don't look so surprised that I'm home, but just for tonight.
With rough hands and sore eyes
so don't speak, I am tired.
Let's just live through this lie.
She says i swear too much,
she says a lot of things,
well I'd swear every other word if I could
for her I'll make an attempt.
Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you
but how much you're willing to change to suit them.
All my bones are dust,
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft,
one day she said, "I'm tired".
one day her clothes were on my floor,
one day, empty bottles.
Well I'm not saying she's my last.
I'm just saying that she could have been,
it doesn't matter how rough these hands get.
It doesn't matter cause I'm not her man.
Rough hands
rough days,
rough hands
rough nights,
rough hands,
rough season,
rough hands,
rough fights...
All my bones are dust, (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust. (rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough. (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much. (rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
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Неужели меня бросили? Кто-нибудь, скажите...
Скажите, что я выжил! Не удивляйся,
Что я дома - это лишь на один день,
Мозолистые руки и глаза, полные боли...
Так помолчи, я устал,
Давай просто переживём эту ложь!
Она говорит, что я много обещал,
Она много чего говорит.
Да, я мог бы ответить за все свои слова.
Ради неё я сделаю попытку.
Порой любовь это не то,
Насколько хорошо кто-то подходит тебе,
А насколько сильно ты хочешь измениться, чтобы подходить ему...
Мои кости - пыль,
(Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
И моё сердце заржавело.
(Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
Эти руки всегда будут грубыми,
(Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
Я знаю, это уже не будет иметь большого значения.
(Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
Когда-то мои руки были так нежны,
Когда-то она сказала: "Я устала"
Когда-то её одежда оказалась у меня на полу,
Когда-то...остались лишь пустые бутылки
Нет, я не назову её своей "последней",
Скажу лишь, что она могла бы ей стать.
И не важно насколько огрубели эти руки,
Не важно, потому что я не её мужчина.
Грубые руки, трудные дни,
Грубые руки, тяжкие ночи,
Грубые руки, трудный период,
Грубые руки, тяжёлая борьба....
Мои кости - пыль
(Грубые руки, трудные дни
Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
И моё сердце заржавело
(Грубые руки, трудные дни,
Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
Эти руки всегда будут грубыми
(Грубые руки, трудные дни
Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно)
Я знаю, это уже не будет иметь значения
(Грубые руки, трудные дни,
Двое людей, слишком больно, слишком сильно, слишком поздно) was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.
Do not look so surprised that I'm home, but just for tonight.
With rough hands and sore eyes
so do not speak, I am tired.
Let's just live through this lie.
She says i swear too much,
she says a lot of things,
well I'd swear every other word if I could
for her I'll make an attempt.
Sometimes love is not about how much someone suits you
but how much you're willing to change to suit them.
All my bones are dust,
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this will not count for much.
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft,
one day she said, & quot; I'm tired & quot ;.
one day her clothes were on my floor,
one day, empty bottles.
Well I'm not saying she's my last.
I'm just saying that she could have been,
it does not matter how rough these hands get.
It does not matter cause I'm not her man.
Rough hands
rough days,
rough hands
rough nights,
rough hands,
rough season,
rough hands,
rough fights ...
All my bones are dust, (rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
and my heart's sealed with rust. (Rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough. (Rough hands, rough days)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this will not count for much. (Rough hands, rough season)
(Two people too damaged too much too late)
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Did I give up? Somebody tell me ...
Say that I survived! Do not be surprised,
I was at home - it is only for one day,
Calloused hands and eyes full of pain ...
So shut up, I'm tired,
Let's just will survive this lie!
She says that I've promised,
She says a lot of things.
Yes, I would answer for all your words.
For her sake I will try.
Sometimes love is not something
How well someone comes up to you,
And how much do you want to change to suit him ...
My bones - dust,
(Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
And my heart is rusted.
(Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
These hands will always be rough,
(Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
I know it will not be a big difference.
(Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
Once my hands were so gentle,
Once she said: & quot; I'm tired & quot;
Once her clothes were on my floor,
Once upon a time ... there were only empty bottles
No, I would not call it his & quot; last & quot ;,
Let me just say that it could be her.
And no matter how hardened these hands,
It does not matter, because I'm not her man.
Rough hands, difficult days,
Rough hands, heavy night,
Rough hands, difficult period,
Rough hands, hard struggle ....
My bones - dust
(Rough hands, difficult days
Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
And my heart is rusted
(Rough hands, difficult days,
Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
These hands will always be rough
(Rough hands, difficult days
Two people hurt too much, too much, too late)
I know it will not have values
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