Manic Street Preachers — Epicentre tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Epicentre", wykonawca: Manic Street Preachers.
Tekst piosenki
We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision — indecision
Indecision
Feels like there’s no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like a stunned fox — with memory loss
A sad numb creature — I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existent energy adrenalin my God
Still clinging to the umbilical chord — umbilical chord
I’m breaking and I’m shaking — so delete the feeling
Beneath the real thing — delete the feeling — delete the feeling
Like a stunned fox — with memory loss
A sad numb creature — I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
I’m sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I’m tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
My nerves are destroyed
Feels like there’s no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like a stunned fox — with memory loss
A sad numb creature — I worship the painkiller
This is my epicentre
This is my epicentre
You don’t drink — you don’t get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
You don’t drink — you don’t get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
This is my epicentre
Happy black days, here’s the summer (here's the summer)
Happy black days, here’s the summer (here's the summer)
Happy black days, here’s the summer (here's the summer)
Happy black days, here’s the summer (here's the summer)
Happy black days, here’s the summer (here's the summer)
Happy black days, here’s the summer (here's the summer)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Używamy się jak politycy.
Za wszystkie pieniądze i niezdecydowanie — niezdecydowanie
Niezdecydowanie
Czuję, że nie ma ucieczki.
Z wyjątkiem mojej nienawiści
Second hand Germany warfare
Wszędzie brak tlenu
Jak oszołomiony lis-z utratą pamięci
A sad numb creature-I worship the painkiller
To moje epicentrum.
To moje epicentrum.
/ Align = "left" /
Still clinging to the pępowinowy akord — pępowinowy akord
I 'm breaking and I' m shaking - so delete the feeling
Beneath the real thing-delete the feeling-delete the feeling
Jak oszołomiony lis-z utratą pamięci
A sad numb creature-I worship the painkiller
To moje epicentrum.
To moje epicentrum.
I ' m sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I ' m tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
Moje nerwy są zniszczone.
Czuję, że nie ma ucieczki.
Z wyjątkiem mojej nienawiści
Second hand Germany warfare
Wszędzie brak tlenu
Jak oszołomiony lis-z utratą pamięci
A sad numb creature-I worship the painkiller
To moje epicentrum.
To moje epicentrum.
Nie pijesz — nie ćpasz
Więc upewnij się, że weźmiesz swojego Medyka.
Nie pijesz — nie ćpasz
Więc upewnij się, że weźmiesz swojego Medyka.
To moje epicentrum.
Happy black days, here 's the summer (here' s the summer)
Happy black days, here 's the summer (here' s the summer)
Happy black days, here 's the summer (here' s the summer)
Happy black days, here 's the summer (here' s the summer)
Happy black days, here 's the summer (here' s the summer)
Happy black days, here 's the summer (here' s the summer)