Текст песни Пронзительно приятный голос - из какогото фильмеца про ангелов
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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For a break that would make it okay Theres always some reason To feel not good enough And its hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty oh and weight-less and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of an angel Fly away from here >From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here Your so tired of the straightline That everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back Storm keeps on twisting Keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It dont make no difference escaping one last time Its easier to believe In this sweet madness Oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees In the arms of an angel Fly away from here >From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you find Some comfort here Когда тратишь всё своё время на ожидание Второго шанса, На паузу, которая могла бы все исправить. Всегда есть единственная причина, Чтобы чувствовать себя недостаточно хорошо, И этот так сложно в конце дня. Мне нужно как-то отвлечься О, чудесное избавление. Память сочится из моих вен, Позволь мне быть опустошенным И невесомым, и возможно, Я обрету немного мира сегодня вечером. В руках ангела Улетай отсюда, Из этих холодных стен отеля, И от этой бесконечности, которой ты страшишься. Ты освобожден от обломков своего крушения, От своей молчаливой задумчивости Ты в руках ангела. Быть может, здесь ты обретешь успокоение. Так устав от прямых линий Когда, куда бы ты ни повернулся, Стервятники и воры за твоей спиной. И шторм продолжает бушевать Ты продолжаешь громоздить ложь, Возмещающую то, чего ты лишён. Это все уже безразлично, В последнем побеге. Легче поверить в это сладкое безумие, В эту славную грусть, что заставляет меня преклонить колени. В руках ангела Улетай отсюда, Из этих холодных стен отеля, И от этой бесконечности, которой ты страшишься. Ты освобожден от обломков своего крушения, От своей молчаливой задумчивости Ты в руках ангела. Быть может, здесь ты обретешь успокоение |
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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
Theres always some reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
oh and weight-less and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
> From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Your so tired of the straightline
That everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
Storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It dont make no difference escaping one last time
Its easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
> From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find
Some comfort here
When you spend all your time waiting
Second chance
Pause that would fix everything.
There is always the only reason
To feel not good enough
And this so hard at the end of the day .
I need to somehow escape
Oh, miraculous deliverance .
Memory oozing from my veins,
Let me be exhausted
And weightless and maybe
I shall find some peace tonight.
In the hands of an angel
Fly away from here,
Of these cold walls of the hotel,
And from this infinity , you dread .
You are freed from the wreckage of his crash
From his silent reverie
You're in the hands of an angel.
Maybe here you will attain peace.
So tired of the straight lines
When, wherever you turned ,
Vultures and thieves at your back .
And the storm continues to rage
You keep piling lie
Recoverable what you are deprived .
This is all a matter of indifference
In the latter escape.
Easier to believe in this sweet madness
In this glorious sadness that makes me kneel .
In the hands of an angel
Fly away from here,
Of these cold walls of the hotel,
And from this infinity , you dread .
You are freed from the wreckage of his crash
From his silent reverie
You're in the hands of an angel.
Maybe here you will gain solace
