Текст песни
I wrote this story
so many days ago,
and the words kept falling onto pages.
Without the loss we can't go on,
and with the loss we became strong.
It's how it is, as we stare it down.
Oh my god do I think
that this is the end of everything.
When everything inside wants me to
feel like this is normal.
And in the quiet,
the silence screams aloud.
And the panic resides along our inners.
And with the tragedy we go,
pushing the hell so far below.
Desperate hands cover my face.
So stay calm this way in case we’re needed for emergency.
And if we are we’ll be prepared for action.
This is how it's supposed to be.
Somebody better call a doctor.
And maybe this could be the end of everything that we want.
Don't panic.
And from a distance it seems that the water will wash panic away.
Oh my lord, believe.
There’s no need for emergency, but in case there is, distract it.
If this is the great descent, I won’t be running for the exits
Я писал эту историю много дней назад,
и слова, ниспадали на страницы.
Мы не сможем прожить без потерь , а с ними мы стали сильней.
Так оно и есть,ведь мы все смотрим вниз.
Боже мой я думаю, что это конец всему.
Когда все внутри меня
хочет чувствовать себя, это нормально.
И в тишине,
тишину разрываю вслух.
А паника проживает вдоль наших сознаний.
И с этой напастью мы идем,
толкая ад с тобою вдвоём,
гораздо ниже.
И руки покрывают мое лицо.
Как оставаться спокойным в таком положеньи,
в случае повторенья
необходима трансплантация
при чрезвычайной ситуации.
И мы должны готовы к действиям быть .
все так и должно происходить.
Кто нибудь лучше позовите врача.
Кому- то надо вызвать врача.
А может,
это может быть концом всего,
что мы хотим. Не паникуйте.
И издали кажется, что вода вымоет панику навсегда.
Господи,я верю.
Здесь нет необходимости в чрезвычайных ситуациях, но в случае этом, не стоит его отвлекать .
Если это большой спуск, я побегу на выходы.
Текст и перевод( Антон Зайцев, Сорри за кривизну) =)
Перевод песни
I wrote this story
so many days ago,
and the words kept falling onto pages.
Without the loss we can't go on,
and with the loss we became strong.
It's how it is, as we stare it down.
Oh my god do I think
that this is the end of everything.
When everything inside wants me to
feel like this is normal.
And in the quiet,
the silence screams aloud.
And the panic resides along our inners.
And with the tragedy we go,
pushing the hell so far below.
Desperate hands cover my face.
So stay calm this way in case we're needed for emergency.
And if we are we’ll be prepared for action.
This is how it's supposed to be.
Somebody better call a doctor.
And maybe this could be the end of everything that we want.
Don't panic.
And from a distance it seems that the water will wash panic away.
Oh my lord, believe.
There’s no need for emergency, but in case there is, distract it.
If this is the great descent, I won’t be running for the exits
I wrote this story many days ago,
and words fell onto the pages.
We cannot live without losses, and with them we have become stronger.
So it is, because we all look down.
Oh my god I think this is the end of everything.
When everything is inside me
wants to feel, that's fine.
And in silence
tearing silence out loud.
And panic lives along our minds.
And with this misfortune we go
pushing the hell together with you
much lower.
And hands cover my face.
How to stay calm in such a position
in case of repetition
transplantation needed
in an emergency.
And we must be ready for action.
this is how it should be.
Someone better call a doctor.
Someone needs to call a doctor.
Or maybe
this may be the end of everything
what we want. Do not panic.
And from afar it seems that the water will wash the panic forever.
Lord, I believe.
There is no need for emergency situations, but in this case, do not distract him.
If it's a big descent, I'll run to the exits.
Text and translation (Anton Zaitsev, Sorry for the curvature) =)
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