Текст песни I will marry you - Tourist
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I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up. I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall but I am only a drop from the storm. I feel like a tourist, out in the country. Once this small world was all countryside. Feel like a tourist in the big city. Soon I will simply evaporate. I took the strings up north. The drums down south. I take it across to Afghanistan, A long time ago. Shuffling your feet into the next dimension. Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere. I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs. Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl. Feel like a lover out on the ocean. Feel like a tear drop streamin' off your chin. Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you. But not many can stop you, man, if you got a perfect plan. Can they possibly try or demand to know why they would doubt you? In this sand... a thousand generations. Feel like a tourist out in the desert. So hot it feels like the Devil's breath. Feel like a tourist out in the swampland. This world is just patches of water and land. Everywhere I go I'm a tourist, But if you stay with me I'll always be at home. Как жаль, что облака не могут удержать меня, Как я думал, когда был маленьким. Как жаль, что я не могу звучать так же умиротворяюще, как проливной дождь, Я лишь капля огромного шторма. Чувствую себя туристом в стране, А ведь когда-то весь этот мир был одной большой деревней. Чувствую себя чужаком в мегаполисе, Совсем скоро я просто исчезну. Я взял струны у Севера, Барабаны - у юга, Я... давным-давно пересек Афганистан. Беги в следующее измерение, Совсем скоро повсюду вырастут небоскребы. Я чувствую себя туристом, заблудившимся на окраине, Совсем скоро целый мир станет одним большим городом. Чувствую себя рыбаком на посудине в открытом океане, Чувствую себя слезинкой, ползущей по твоему подбородку. Кто-то поспорит с тобой, И даже попытается чинить преграды на твоем пути, Но существует не так уж много вещей, способных остановить тебя, парень. Если у тебя есть отличная затея, Есть ли у них возможность узнать или Потребовать разъяснений, по какой причине они должны поклоняться тебе? В этом песке - тысяча поколений. Чувствую себя туристом, брошенным в пустыне, Горячей, как дыхание дьявола, Чувствую себя туристом, увязшим в болоте, Этот мир - всего-навсего островки среди воды. Куда бы я ни пошел, я повсюду чужак, Но если ты останешься рядом, мне везде будет так же хорошо, как дома... Смотрите также:
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I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up.
I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall but I am only a drop from the storm.
I feel like a tourist, out in the country.
Once this small world was all countryside.
Feel like a tourist in the big city.
Soon I will simply evaporate.
I took the strings up north.
The drums down south.
I take it across to Afghanistan,
A long time ago.
Shuffling your feet into the next dimension.
Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere.
I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs.
Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl.
Feel like a lover out on the ocean.
Feel like a tear drop streamin 'off your chin.
Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you.
But not many can stop you, man, if you got a perfect plan.
Can they possibly try or demand to know why they would doubt you?
In this sand ... a thousand generations.
Feel like a tourist out in the desert.
So hot it feels like the Devil's breath.
Feel like a tourist out in the swampland.
This world is just patches of water and land.
Everywhere I go I'm a tourist,
But if you stay with me I'll always be at home.
What a pity that the clouds can not hold me ,
As I thought, when I was little .
What a pity that I can not sound as soothing as torrential rain
I just drop a huge storm .
I feel like a tourist in the country,
But once the whole world was one big village.
I feel like a stranger in a big city ,
Very soon, I'll just disappear .
I took the strings in the North,
Drums - in the south,
I ... a long time ago crossed Afghanistan .
Run into the next dimension
Very soon will rise skyscrapers everywhere .
I feel like a tourist , have gone astray in the suburbs,
Very soon the whole world will become one big city .
I feel like a fisherman on the boat, alone in the open ocean ,
I feel tears of crawling on your chin.
Who would argue with you,
And even try to fix the obstacles in your way ,
But there are not too many things that can stop you , man.
If you have a great idea,
Do they have the opportunity to learn or
Require clarification , for whatever reason they should worship thee?
This sand - a thousand generations.
I feel like a tourist , abandoned in the desert ,
Hot as the breath of the devil,
I feel like a tourist , mired in the swamp ,
This world - merely islands of water.
Wherever I went , I was a stranger everywhere ,
But if you stay beside me all will be as good as at home ...
