Текст песни Nina Hagen - Born To Die In Berlin
- Исполнитель: Nina Hagen
- Название песни: Born To Die In Berlin
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Текст песни
Junkies, whores and pimpsDevils around my bed
There is no choice and no difference
And no one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Intoxicated by the orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine for communion
Because my soul was burning
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just cant win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Stranded in the sweet windings
Breathing the pale moon silver
Tasting the last drops of life
From a sweet transvestite's lips
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Перевод:
Наркоманы, проститутки и сутенеры
Бесы вокруг моей постели
Здесь нет другого выбора, и никакой разницы,
И кажется, никто не заметил
Иногда мне кажется, кричать
Иногда я чувствую, что я просто не могу победить
Иногда я чувствую, как я родился
Умереть в вашей руке в Берлине
Опьяненные орхидей
Оставленные в саду
Требуя морфина для общения
Потому что моя душа горела
Иногда мне кажется, кричать
Иногда я чувствую, что я просто не могу победить
Иногда я чувствую, как я родился
Умереть в вашей руке в Берлине
Мель в сладкой обмотки
Дыхание бледный серебряной луны
Дегустация последние капли жизни
От сладкого трансвестит губы
Иногда мне кажется, кричать
Иногда я чувствую, что я просто не могу победить
Иногда я чувствую, как я родился
Умереть в вашей руке в Берлине
Перевод песни
Junkies, whores and pimpsDevils around my bed
There is no choice and no difference
And no one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Intoxicated by the orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine for communion
Because my soul was burning
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just cant win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Stranded in the sweet windings
Breathing the pale moon silver
Tasting the last drops of life
From a sweet transvestite's lips
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Transfer:
Addicts, prostitutes and pimps
Demons around my bed
There is no other choice, and no difference,
And nobody seems to notice
Sometimes it seems to me to scream
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
Die in your hand in Berlin
Intoxicated orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine for communication
Because my soul was burning
Sometimes it seems to me to scream
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
Die in your hand in Berlin
Stranded in a sweet winding
The breath of the pale silver moon
Tasting the last drops of life
From sweet transvestite lips
Sometimes it seems to me to scream
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
Die in your hand in Berlin