go Oh I never wanted to be apart But I still don't know if I'm a wounded heart No I still don't know if I'm a wounded heart. So many fools fall in love
surely have an end the weather moves in circles and we're all dust in the wind we don't know which way to blow Love is a battlefield of wounded hearts
Перевод: Тома, Sandi. Раненый Hearts.
Перевод: Zoom-Zoom. Ацетон (Песнь 5 раненых Сердца).
Мы пытались убить Друг друга мутно и дорого Я искал тебя в клубах Ломал тебе рёбра Я стирал телефоны И всё равно облажался Но тот кто не уходил Тот и
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy My name is Winter Cold I'll freeze the heart you're loving To wound your mortal soul Believe my little friend You're blind and
of hate Trust is a deadly snakebite That rips your soul in two Heal my wound Relight my fire Embrace me by my desire Everything you know is wrong Gloomy thoughts Down-hearted
hear my heart say Thought I had a home run But I guess at first base I found out the long run Just another heart break So how much can my heart take You
ooooh-woooh I know you're gonna try to hang tough Ooooh-woooh You shouldn't hesitate! I-yai-yai... had love to burn... You-ooh-ooh had a wounded heart
lonely heart can be enclosed but isolated You're too much A lonely heart is weak Too dependant A broken heart will seek You take the life out of me, no heart
from the start You're controlling my heart, babe Don't pack your bags yet Give me time to say goodbye (Say goodbye) Just don't leave me wounded
wounds Trying to cleanse the infection Rabid and diseased reality fades away When I pushed myself too far A dream of emotional perfection Has left a wounded
from this maze Passion: Can't you feel it burn Deep down inside? Won't you ever learn Don't try to hide Can't you feel that fire Scorching your soul? A wounded
claim is my young heart I`m but a man.Mortal a man. And I`ll need all the help tha I can get So I give my heart to the woman of the dark With or without
hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you. This will be all over soon. Pour salt into the open wound
pitbulls *gimmie an m* Master of all missions Maker of decisions Head on collisions Massacre the meat rack, ask the women *gimmie an o* Got niggas open, open heart
I could've met you in the middle How come it never crossed my mind? Hummingbirds around my head Hummingbirds around my head I ran into your arms Wound
, fix it, fix it My heart is Damaged, Damaged, Damaged My heart is Damaged, Damaged, Damaged My heart is Damaged, Damaged, Damaged My heart is Damaged, Damaged, Damaged My heart
