Текст песни Alice in Chains - A Little Bitter
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How the mind does shout for restWhen the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhored
In self-worth
All that matters much to me
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Как разум кричит об отдыхе,
Когда тело сотрясается?
О, напряженность в моей груди.
Я все еще разгребаю твои листья...
Господи, это тест?
Это было весело - создавать, да?
Мой бог – немного не в себе
И хочет свести меня с ума...
Кто
Ты?
Кто может сказать,
Хорошо ли это - пережить меня?
Жить, чтобы быть
Частью меня.
Ты – сморщенный журнал,
Да!
Дело было в том, что я сказал?
Или в том, как они ломаются, да?
Я так эгоистичен, платя тебе ренту,
Пока сосу твою кровь...
Ты
Выжимаешь из меня соки,
Как из дерева,
На котором грязные долларовые купюры вместо листвы
Темнеют в море
Моих посевов
И слёз, которыми ты питаешься...
Ты питаешься...
Тело – это храм,
Неиспользуемый алтарь,
Вокруг которого валяются инфантильные люди,
Почёсываясь и желая отгрызть
Хотя бы маленький кусочек рассудка,
Который ты не можешь дать...
Черт!
Индивидуальность
Торгуется по мелочам с моей душой,
А и без того маленький рай истощился,
Пока я мучаюсь в аду...
Воры...
Паразиты...
Скрываются от жизни.
Знаешь, они будут помнить меня...
Они презирают
Сами себя -
Это все, что важно для меня...
Перевод песни
How the mind does shout for restWhen the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhored
In self-worth
All that matters much to me
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As the mind screams for rest
When does the body shake?
Oh, the tension in my chest.
I'm still raking your leaves ...
Lord, is this a test?
It was fun to create, right?
My god is a little crazy
And she wants to drive me crazy ...
Who
You?
Who can say
Is it good to outlive me?
Live to be
Part of me.
You're a shriveled magazine
Yes!
Was that what I said?
Or how they break, huh?
I'm so selfish paying you rent
While I suck your blood ...
You
You squeeze the juices out of me
Like wood
On which dirty dollar bills instead of foliage
Darken in the sea
My crops
And the tears you eat ...
You eat ...
The body is a temple
Unused altar
Around which there are infantile people,
Scratching and wanting to nibble
At least a little bit of reason,
Which you cannot give ...
Heck!
Individuality
Trading in the little things with my soul
And without that, little paradise is exhausted
While I'm tormented in hell ...
The thieves...
Parasites ...
Hiding from life.
You know, they will remember me ...
They despise
Themselves -
That is all that matters to me ...