Текст песни Legendary Pink Dots - A Crack In Melancholy Time
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I lean on the fence and you squat in the middle and we wait till the stream runs dry. Though you don't see the sense and we can't solve the riddle, it's amazing how time flies. And we hear the children calling. We agree that it's appalling but it's best to keep on stalling. Count me out. Now there's blood on my hands and I'm wearing a muzzle so I'll look the other way. I'll place my head in the sand and let the rest solve the puzzle. I'll think about just who's to blame cos I hear the children weeping and I see the virus creeping. History is repeating. Count me out. Now there's chains round my neck and my head's in the oven and the crowd kicks at my door. And you're leading the pack under wraps, undercover cos you need to win this war. You picked up your flag and kissed it with your black volcanic lipstick. Now I'm simply your statistic...count me out. Трещина в унылом времени Я опираюсь на ограду, а ты сидишь на корточках посредине, и мы ждем, когда иссякнет ручеек. Хотя ты не видишь смысла, и мы не можем раскрыть загадку, забавно, как время летит. И мы слышим, как дети зовут. Мы согласны, что это ужасно, но лучше продолжать тянуть время. Не считай меня. И вот мои руки в крови, и на мне намордник - я буду выглядеть по-другому. Я засуну голову в песок и предоставлю остальным разгадывать эту головоломку. Я буду думать только, кого бы обвинить, ведь я слышу, как плачут дети, вижу, как подползает зараза. История повторяется. Не считай меня, не считай меня. Вот и цепь у меня на шее, и голова в печи, а толпа рвется в дверь. А ты ведешь свое стадо под покровом, под прикрытием: тебе нужно выиграть в этой войне. Ты подобрала свой флаг и оставила поцелуй своей черной вулканической помадой. Теперь я просто твой статистик, не считай меня, не считай меня… Смотрите также:
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I lean on the fence and you squat in the middle and we wait till the stream runs dry. Though you don't see the sense and we can't solve the riddle, it's amazing how time flies. And we hear the children calling. We agree that it's appalling but it's best to keep on stalling. Count me out. Now there's blood on my hands and I'm wearing a muzzle so I'll look the other way. I'll place my head in the sand and let the rest solve the puzzle. I'll think about just who's to blame cos I hear the children weeping and I see the virus creeping. History is repeating. Count me out. Now there's chains round my neck and my head's in the oven and the crowd kicks at my door. And you're leading the pack under wraps, undercover cos you need to win this war. You picked up your flag and kissed it with your black volcanic lipstick. Now I'm simply your statistic ... count me out.
Crack in a dull time
I lean on the fence , and you sit on his haunches in the middle, and we are waiting for the trickle dries . Although you can not see sense , and we can not solve the mystery , it's funny how time flies . And we hear the children call . We agree that this is terrible , but it is better to continue to play for time . Do not consider me. And here are my hands in the blood , and a muzzle on me - I'm going to look different . I stick my head in the sand and give the rest to solve this puzzle . I'll just think , who would blame , because I hear the children crying , I see creeping contagion . History repeats itself. Do not think I do not think me . That's a chain around my neck , and head in the oven, and the crowd rushes to the door. And you 're his flock under cover , under cover : you need to win this war. You picked up the flag and left his black volcanic kiss lipstick. Now I'm just your statistics that do not take me , do not take me ...
