Текст песни M.B - End Of May
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Golden haze, Another morning feels like yesterday. End of may.. Now you're gone and there're still bills to pay. And you know it doesn't help to make believe, you're sitting next to me. It doesn't help, to make believe that you are right behind me Saying it's okay. Longer days, More time to sit and watch the pendulum sway. In quiet rage I'm staring at this empty notebook page. In times like these you feel like you are done with feeling, You feel you want to stop the pain from healing Because you feel like you're the only one who's ever felt this way. Some days in a daze, there's brighter days. Funny how the feeling never stays, But I know I'll have to come to terms when I'm awake, Thinking about you is the icing on the cake. Makes me realize the fact you're gone for good for goodness sake. Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday. End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way, When we meet again I'll ask you how you're doing And you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing And then I'll lie and I'll say ordinary, It's just an ordinary day. Золотая дымка, Ещё одно утро, такое же, как и вчера. Конец мая... Сейчас ты ушла, и всё-таки надо платить по счетам. Знаешь, мне это не помогает - представлять, Что ты сидишь рядом со мной. Не помогает и представлять, Что ты стоишь прямо за мной, Говоря, что всё в порядке. Такие долгие дни - Много времени для того, чтоб сидеть И смотреть на качание маятника. С тихой злобой я смотрю на пустую страницу тетради. В такие моменты ты думаешь о том, Что с чувствами покончено, Кажется, ты хочешь, чтобы боль не прекращалась, Потому что ты считаешь себя единственным человеком, Который когда-либо чувствовал подобное. Есть дни удивительные, есть яркие дни. Забавно, как порой уходят чувства. Но я знаю, что мне придётся Со всем примириться, когда проснусь. Мысли о тебе - словно сладкая глазурь на торте, И я осознаю тот факт, Что ты ушла навсегда... Ради Бога! Золотая дымка, ещё одно утро, как и вчера. Конец мая, год прошёл, а я чувствую то же самое. Когда мы встретимся, я спрошу: "Как твои дела?" А ты скажешь: "Отлично!", и спросишь, как поживаю я. И затем я совру и скажу: "Как обычно" Это просто обычный день. Просто день.. Обычный день... Смотрите также:Все тексты M.B >>> |
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Golden haze,
Another morning feels like yesterday.
End of may ..
Now you're gone and there're still bills to pay.
And you know it does not help to make believe, you're sitting next to me.
It does not help, to make believe that you are right behind me
Saying it's okay.
Longer days,
More time to sit and watch the pendulum sway.
In quiet rage I'm staring at this empty notebook page.
In times like these you feel like you are done with feeling,
You feel you want to stop the pain from healing
Because you feel like you're the only one who's ever felt this way.
Some days in a daze, there's brighter days.
Funny how the feeling never stays,
But I know I'll have to come to terms when I'm awake,
Thinking about you is the icing on the cake.
Makes me realize the fact you're gone for good for goodness sake.
Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday.
End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,
When we meet again I'll ask you how you're doing
And you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing
And then I'll lie and I'll say ordinary, It's just an ordinary day.
Golden haze,
Another morning , the same as yesterday .
The end of May ...
Now you're gone , and still have to pay the bills.
You know, to me it does not help - to represent ,
What are you sitting next to me.
It does not help to imagine
What are you standing right behind me ,
Saying that everything is in order .
These long days -
A lot of time in order to sit
And look at the swing of the pendulum .
With a quiet rage I'm looking at a blank page notebook .
At such moments you think about
What is done with the feelings ,
It seems you want to pain did not stop ,
Because you think you're the only person
Who ever felt like that.
There are amazing days , there are bright days.
It's funny how sometimes leave feeling.
But I know that I have to
To come to terms with everything , when I wake up .
Thoughts of you - like sweet icing on the cake ,
And I am aware of the fact
That you're gone forever ... for God's sake !
Golden haze, another morning as yesterday .
The end of May , a year has passed , and I feel the same way .
When we meet , I'll ask : & quot; How are you ? & Quot;
And you say : & quot; Excellent ! & Quot ;, and asked how I fared .
And then I 'll lie and say : & quot; As usual & quot;
It's just an ordinary day .
Just a day ..
A typical day ...
