Перевод: Lapointe, Боби. Молли-мелодии.
" Tu t'es fait larguer comme une merde ? " " Tape 1 " " Tu veux savoir s'il va revenir ? " " Tape 2 " " Tu veux jeter un sort a ton ex ? " " Tape
Gotta get-get, gotta get-get Gotta get-get, gotta g-g-g-get-get-get, get-get Boom boom boom, gotta get-get Boom boom boom, gotta get-get Boom boom
Je suis bien bien bien Bien lunee ce matin Ne me demandez pas pourquoi Aujourd'hui ca va bien Y'a comme un rayon de soleil Qui m'a servi de reveil
I heard an angels voice, singing in quiet prayer It seemed to pull my heart, slowly straight up the stairs I spent that night awake, though you lay fast
I think that people come and fade away like waves crashing against the coastal boat We have to throw ourselves into the blue and pray that we can keep
I saw a friend that i once knew at a funeral, He took the time out to be seen. His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been
I can't think straight, I've been thinking in love triangles, and vicious circles, is it the same as before? And I said I could never lie to you, but
I. Вот и вечер наступает Он собирается опять И говорит, что ему Куда то надо уезжать... Он говорит, что поедет Сегодня просто по делам, Ты отпускаешь
Красивые истории Об одном и том же Но всё же у них есть конец. (Ты скажешь) "Это всё ложь опять" "Это всё не про меня" Я скрою фальш между строк. Я жертвую
Son of lies, son of lies inside my heart Son of lies you're the son of lies tear us apart Sing my darling crystalline and shine so bright we all go blind
Что здесь - разрывает корни? Что здесь - разрывает корни? Что здесь - разрывает корни? Что здесь - разрывает корни? Проливая свои слезы Осколки скорлупы
It's in your eyes, feelings can't be disguised, cause the truth makes me want you to tell me lies, my biggest fear, is crying motions of tears, I would
[Simone Simons]: Dear PX, I feel you are the one What's your name? Where are you from? I'm in love, though we never met Looking for clues, I search the
False Conversation Hidden agendum You think we're stupid, how dare you The rug has not been pulled Over our eyes you fool We can see right through Tip
Misery likes company, I like the way that sounds I've been trying to find the meaning, so I can write it down Staring out the window, it's such a long
It was in the march of the winter I turned 17 that I bought those things I thought I would need and I wrote a letter to my family said it's not your fault
You treat me like I'm fucking useless, what makes you think I even care I think this whole affair is fruitless and it won't lead to anywhere I never
