Anarbor — Passion For Publication tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
It’s the calming before the storm*
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
I dance with the devil and dream with the demons
Fell asleep with death and fell short of breath
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your head
It’s the low before the high
It’s been so long you thought you would die
And when you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
And I’ll be counting the days that the sun goes past
With the clouds beneath my feet
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
Cause we were falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I’m a cold metal machine and I’ll do things you never see
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your…
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
Cause we were falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I’m a cold metal machine and I’ll do things you never see
And what they don’t tell you in church is Saints are sinners too
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
To uspokojenie przed burzą.*
Alkohol ładnie siedzi w żołądku ciepło
"When you wake up"
You wish you were sober
Tańczę z diabłem i śnię z demonami.
Zasnął ze śmiercią i dostał zadyszki.
"When you wake up"
You wish you were sober
Bądź ładna, ale naiwna.
Wszystko, co usłyszysz, jest tym, w co wierzysz.
Niech rym utknie Ci w głowie
Wish you had undressed me in your head
To jest to, co niskie przed tym, co wysokie.
Minęło tyle czasu, że myślałeś, że umrzesz.
And when you wake up KAC
You wish you were sober
And I ' ll be counting the days that the sun goes past
With the clouds beneath my feet
Bądź ładna, ale naiwna.
Wszystko, co usłyszysz, jest tym, w co wierzysz.
Niech rym utknie Ci w głowie
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
Bo się rozpadaliśmy.
Built to crumble from the start
I 'm a cold metal machine and I' ll do things you never see
Bądź ładna, ale naiwna.
Wszystko, co usłyszysz, jest tym, w co wierzysz.
Niech rym utknie Ci w głowie
Wish you had undressed me in your…
Bądź ładna, ale naiwna.
Wszystko, co usłyszysz, jest tym, w co wierzysz.
Niech rym utknie Ci w głowie
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
Bo się rozpadaliśmy.
Built to crumble from the start
I 'm a cold metal machine and I' ll do things you never see
A w Kościele nie mówią, że Święci też są grzesznikami.