Текст песни Blood on my Hands - The Used
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You felt the coldness in my eyes, And something I'm not revealing. Though you got used to my disguise, You can't shed this awful feeling. It's the me that I let you know, 'Cause I never show - I have my reasons. I hate to say that I told you so, But I told you so, yeah! There's blood on my hands Like the blood in you. Some things can't be treated So don't make me, Don't make me be myself around you. Straight from your eyes It's burying me, beautifully. So disfigured, this other side That you can't see. Just praying you won't remember. Feel the pain that I never show, And I hope you know It's never healing. I hate to say that I told you so, But I told you so, yeah! There's blood on my hands, Like the blood in you. Some things can't be treated, So don't make me, Don't make me be myself around you. Straight from your eyes It's burying me, beautifully. So disfigured, this other side That you can't see. Just praying you won't remember. Ты почувствовала равнодушие в моих глазах, И кое-что, о чём я не скажу. Хотя ты привыкла к моей маскировке, Ты не можешь избавиться от этого ужасного ощущения. Это - я, которого ты теперь узнаешь, Потому что я никогда не показываюсь - у меня есть свои причины. Я ненавижу говорить то, что сказал тебе, Но да, я это сказал! На моих руках есть кровь, Как кровь есть в тебе. Есть вещи, которые вылечить невозможно. Так не заставляй меня Не заставляй меня быть собой, когда ты рядом. То, что идет от твоих глаз, Хоронит меня, красиво. Настолько изуродованная, эта другая сторона, Которую ты не видишь! Молюсь лишь о том, что ты не вспомнишь... Почувствуй боль, которую я никогда не показываю, И я надеюсь, ты знаешь, Что это никогда не заживет. Я ненавижу говорить то, что сказал тебе, Но да, я это сказал! На моих руках есть кровь, Как кровь есть в тебе. Есть вещи, которые вылечить невозможно. Так не заставляй меня, Не заставляй меня быть собой, когда ты рядом. То, что идет от твоих глаз, Хоронит меня, красиво Настолько изуродованная, эта другая сторона, Которую ты не видишь! Молюсь лишь о том, что ты не вспомнишь... |
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You felt the coldness in my eyes,
And something I'm not revealing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
You can't shed this awful feeling.
It's the me that I let you know,
'Cause I never show - I have my reasons.
I hate to say that I told you so,
But I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my hands
Like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated
So don't make me
Don't make me be myself around you.
Straight from your eyes
It's burying me, beautifully.
So disfigured, this other side
That you can't see.
Just praying you won't remember.
Feel the pain that I never show,
And I hope you know
It's never healing.
I hate to say that I told you so,
But I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my hands,
Like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated,
So don't make me
Don't make me be myself around you.
Straight from your eyes
It's burying me, beautifully.
So disfigured, this other side
That you can't see.
Just praying you won't remember.
You felt the indifference in my eyes
And something that I won’t say.
Although you're used to my disguise
You cannot get rid of this terrible sensation.
It's me that you recognize now
Because I never show up - I have my own reasons.
I hate to say what I told you
But yes, I said that!
There's blood on my hands
How is the blood in you.
There are things that cannot be cured.
So don't make me
Don't make me be yourself when you're around
What comes from your eyes
Bury me, beautiful.
So disfigured, this other side,
Which you do not see!
I only pray that you will not remember ...
Feel the pain that I never show
And I hope you know
That it will never heal.
I hate to say what I told you
But yes, I said that!
There's blood on my hands
How is the blood in you.
There are things that cannot be cured.
So don't make me
Don't make me be yourself when you're around
What comes from your eyes
Buries me beautifully
So disfigured, this other side,
Which you do not see!
I only pray that you will not remember ...
