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  • Текст песни Тюлень Тюленевич - Погаси свечи

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    Putting Holes in Happines

    The sky was blonde like her
    It was a day to take the child
    Out back and shoot it.
    I could have buried all my dead
    Up in her cemetery head
    She had dirty word witchcraft
    I was in the deep end of her skin.
    Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
    But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
    Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

    Blow out the candles
    Of all my frankensteins.
    At least my death wish will come true.
    You taste like Valentine's and
    We cry,
    You're like a birthday.
    I should have picked the photograph
    It lasted longer than you.

    Putting holes in happiness.
    We'll paint the future black
    If it needs any color.
    My death sentence is a story
    Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
    The romance of our assassination
    If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
    But the grass is greener here and
    I can see all of your snakes.
    You wear your ruins well
    Please run away with me to hell.

    Blow out the candles
    On all my frankensteins.
    At least my death wish will come true.
    You taste like Valentine's and
    We cry,
    You're like a birthday.
    I should have picked the photograph
    It lasted longer than you.


    Пробивая брешь в счастье.

    Небо было белым, как ее волосы.
    В тот день нужно было забрать
    Ребенка назад и застрелить.
    Я мог похоронить всю свою падаль
    В ее голове-кладбище.
    Она владела черной магией,
    А я овладел всеми её мыслями*.
    Затем все выглядело, будто одна машина разбилась,
    Но я знал, что это была ужасная трагедия,
    Путь лишиться даже крошечной радости.

    Погаси свечи
    Всех моих франкенштейнов.
    Наконец, мое смертельное желание исполнится.
    На вкус ты подобна возлюбленной,
    И мы плачем,
    Ты подобна дню рождения.
    Мне бы стоило сделать пару фото,
    Они существовали бы дольше, чем ты.

    Пробивая бреши в счастье,
    Мы закрасим будущее в черный,
    Если ему вообще нужен какой-то цвет.
    Мой смертный приговор - история.
    А кто же будет копать мне могилу,
    Когда ты, наконец, позволишь мне умереть?
    Наше убийство романтично -
    Если ты Бонни, я буду твоим Клайдом.
    Но здесь трава зеленее, и
    Я вижу всех твоих змей.
    Ты горда тем, что обесчещена.
    Побежали со мной в ад, пожалуйста.

    Погаси свечи
    Всех моих франкенштейнов.
    Наконец, мое смертельное желание исполнится.
    На вкус ты подобна возлюбленной,
    И мы плачем,
    Ты подобна дню рождения.
    Мне бы стоило сделать пару фото,
    Они существовали бы дольше, чем ты.

    * - досл.: я был в самой глубине ее кожи

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    Putting Holes in Happines
     
    The sky was blonde like her
    It was a day to take the child
    Out back and shoot it.
    I could have buried all my dead
    Up in her cemetery head
    She had dirty word witchcraft
    I was in the deep end of her skin.
    Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
    But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
    Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

    Blow out the candles
    Of all my frankensteins.
    At least my death wish will come true.
    You taste like Valentine's and
    We cry,
    You're like a birthday.
    I should have picked the photograph
    It lasted longer than you.

    Putting holes in happiness.
    We'll paint the future black
    If it needs any color.
    My death sentence is a story
    Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
    The romance of our assassination
    If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
    But the grass is greener here and
    I can see all of your snakes.
    You wear your ruins well
    Please run away with me to hell.

    Blow out the candles
    On all my frankensteins.
    At least my death wish will come true.
    You taste like Valentine's and
    We cry,
    You're like a birthday.
    I should have picked the photograph
    It lasted longer than you.

     
    Breaching in happiness.

    The sky was as white as her hair.
    On that day, it was necessary to take
    Baby back and shoot .
    I could bury all their carrion
    In her head - cemetery.
    She had black magic ,
    I mastered all her thoughts * .
    Then it looked as if one machine breaks,
    But I knew it was a terrible tragedy ,
    Way to lose even a tiny joy.

    Extinguish the candles
    All my Frankenstein.
    Finally , my fatal desire fulfilled.
    You taste like a lover,
    And we cry ,
    You are like a birthday .
    I would be worth to make a couple photo
    They have existed longer than you .

    Punching holes in happiness
    We paint the future black,
    If he do need some color.
    My death sentence - history .
    But who's going to dig my grave,
    When you finally let me die?
    Our romantic murder -
    If you're Bonnie , I'll be your Clyde .
    But here, the grass is greener , and
    I can see all of your snakes .
    You're proud to be a prostitute .
    Ran with me to hell , please.

    Extinguish the candles
    All my Frankenstein.
    Finally , my fatal desire fulfilled.
    You taste like a lover,
    And we cry ,
    You are like a birthday .
    I would be worth to make a couple photo
    They have existed longer than you .

    * - Verbatim .: I was in the depths of her skin

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