Текст песни The Parlotones - Window shopper
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"Window shopper" "Созерцатель витрин" (человек, рассматривающий витрины без намерения или возможности совершить покупку) You bury your dreams deep inside It's up to you to breathe in life The chemicals of goosebumps The chemicals of butterflies in stomachs It's up to you to realise If you never try, then you'll never fail If you never fail, then you'll never gain And you'll be a window shopper Don't just stand there window shopping You're a secret master of disguises Pretend to be happy, you big fat liars The formula of "could've been's" Swallowed up by cautious routines Changing Mr. Compromise If you never try, then you'll never fail If you never fail, then you'll never gain And you'll be a window shopper Don't just stand there window shopping Are you marching, are you marching Are you marching to someone else's drum? You bore me with sorrow You bore me to death If you're still window shopping And we're born as dreamers Amongst the non-believers Who are called a genius And it's easier said than done The man in the mirror says I am a window shopper Вы хороните свои мечты глубоко внутри Вам решать вдыхать в жизнь Химикаты мурашек по коже Химикаты бабочек в животе Вам решать ,понимать или нет Если вы никогда не будете предпринимать попыток, то вы никогда не потерпите неудачу Если вы не будете терпеть неудачи, то вы никогда не будете получать пользу И вы будете созерцателем витрин Не стойте, просто разглядывая витрины Вы тайные мастера маскировки Притворяетесь счастливыми, вы, большие жирные лгуны Формула "мог бы" Поглотила продуманную рутину Изменение мр. Компромисса Если вы никогда не будете предпринимать попыток, то вы никогда не потерпите неудачу Если вы не будете терпеть неудачи, то вы никогда не будете получать пользу И вы будете созерцателем витрин Не стойте, просто разглядывая витрины Вы маршируете, вы маршируете, Вы маршируете под какой то другой барабан? Вы мне до скорби надоели Вы мне до смерти надоели Если вы все еще созерцатели витрин А мы родились мечтателями Среди скептиков Которых называют гениями И это легче сказать, чем сделать Человек в зеркале говорит «Я созерцатель витрин» Смотрите также:
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& Quot; Window shopper & quot;
& Quot; The contemplative windows & quot; (People considering showcases without intention or ability to make a purchase)
You bury your dreams deep inside
It's up to you to breathe in life
The chemicals of goosebumps
The chemicals of butterflies in stomachs
It's up to you to realise
If you never try, then you'll never fail
If you never fail, then you'll never gain
And you'll be a window shopper
Do not just stand there window shopping
You're a secret master of disguises
Pretend to be happy, you big fat liars
The formula of & quot; could've been's & quot;
Swallowed up by cautious routines
Changing Mr. Compromise
If you never try, then you'll never fail
If you never fail, then you'll never gain
And you'll be a window shopper
Do not just stand there window shopping
Are you marching, are you marching
Are you marching to someone else's drum?
You bore me with sorrow
You bore me to death
If you're still window shopping
And we're born as dreamers
Amongst the non-believers
Who are called a genius
And it's easier said than done
The man in the mirror says
I am a window shopper
You bury your dreams deep inside
You decide to breathe in life
Chemicals and needles on the skin
Chemicals butterflies in my stomach
You can decide whether or not to understand
If you never attempt, you will never fail
If you will not fail, you will never get the benefit
And you'll contemplative showcases
Do not wait, just looking at the shop windows
You are the secret masters of disguise
Pretend happy, you big fat liars
Formula & quot; could & quot;
Absorb elaborate routine
Change mr. Compromise
If you never attempt, you will never fail
If you will not fail, you will never get the benefit
And you'll contemplative showcases
Do not wait, just looking at the shop windows
You march, you march,
You march under what the other drum?
You bored me to grief
You are sick to death of me
If you still contemplate windows
And we are born dreamers
Among the skeptics
Who are called geniuses
And this is easier said than done
Man in the Mirror says
"I contemplative showcases"
