Текст песни Triton Tribe variete - Скелеты

Despite my best efforts,
They are not fit here.
These ghosts of my mother
And my skeletons in the closet.
The head is spinning with pity
And the freedom that could snatch
In itself from the jaws
And your bare feet.

I feel the love!
This is a dirty, pale feeling inside.
It can be seen through my skin,
Look!
I feel the love!
Casts treading air.
All the skeletons were gathered around,
Breaking out of the cupboards.

Under my bed spread
Scraps of old sheets.
It looks disgusting,
What I want to fuck again soon!
Look at me haughtily,
I'm from this fall into raptures.
And every time a constant question:
Where to this time it had happened to God?

I feel the love!
This is a dirty, pale feeling inside.
It can be seen through my skin,
Look!
I feel the love!
Casts treading air.
All the skeletons were gathered around,
Breaking out of the cupboards.