Tłumaczenie: Bajm. Plama Na Ścianie.
It's over, you don't need to tell me Hope you're with someone who makes you Feel safe when you're sleeping tonight I won't kill myself trying to stay
You knew in five minutes but I knew in a sentence You knew in five minutes but I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again? Your eyes
Do you feel like a chain store Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around, bored? Your ears are full but you're empty Holding out your heart
Habia una mancha en la pared que era un dibujo anos atras. Hoy con un trapo la borre: despues lo iba a lamentar. Me volvi: tras de mi la pared sin borron
It ain't no big deal that, I feel you are layin' him I see you lain against the floor It ain't nobody's business Who you see or who you kiss I feel you
Well, he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck Well, he never reads and he never draws And he never sleeps 'cause
People, if they choose you, then they want you to decide But you'd rather relax, kick back, enjoy the ride There's a category if you're straight or gay
I always have the same fight with you It doesn't change no matter what we do Like, 'Who is he? Where was she? Who were they with And why I don't care
Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges The sound of magic, music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shell suits on and drinking lemonade
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck Well he never reads (reaks) and he never rusts And he never sleeps
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur Of what is known as (Parklife) And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through
{Food processors are great} It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground And a nervous
She says, "There's ants in the carpet" The dirty little monsters, eating all the morsels Just pickin' up the rubbish Give her effervescence, she needs
Who maddest one on the M One Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb Who very straight and never grins Who cares what car he's driving in He is because
Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece, on holiday Love in the Nineties, is paranoid On sunny beaches take your chances
Moscow's still red The young man's dead Gone to heaven instead The evening news Says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon Lottery winner
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