Текст песни Mac DeMarco - Ode To Viceroy
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Viceroy, early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in and open up my eyes Viceroy, as it's getting later Heading for the corner, already running dry And, oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause, oh honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Viceroy, don't take me for a fool now I'm only trying to calm down just trying to keep it cool Viceroy, as it's getting later Heading for the corner, I'm leaving it to you And, oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause, oh honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying ПЕРЕВОД Вайсрой, они со мной каждое утро, Я пытаюсь дать путь солнцу и раскрыть свои глаза. Вайсрой, мне кажется, становится поздно, Я направляюсь к углу, время иссякает. И, ох, не дай мне видеть себя плачущей, Ведь, о, милая, я буду курить до своей смерти. Вайсрой, не принимай меня за дурака, Я пытаюсь успокоиться, чтобы мне стало хорошо. Вайсрой, мне кажется, становится поздно, Я направляюсь к углу, время иссякает. И, ох, не дай мне видеть себя плачущей, Ведь, о, милая, я буду курить до своей смерти. Смотрите также:
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Viceroy, early in the morning
Just trying to let the sun in and open up my eyes
Viceroy, as it's getting later
Heading for the corner, already running dry
And, oh, do not let me see you crying
'Cause, oh honey, I'll smoke you' til I'm dying
Viceroy, do not take me for a fool now
I'm only trying to calm down just trying to keep it cool
Viceroy, as it's getting later
Heading for the corner, I'm leaving it to you
And, oh, do not let me see you crying
'Cause, oh honey, I'll smoke you' til I'm dying
TRANSLATION
Viceroy, they were with me every morning,
I'm trying to give way to the sun and discover their eyes.
Viceroy, I think it's getting late,
I head to the corner, time is running out.
And, oh, do not let me see myself crying,
After all, oh, dear, I will smoke until his death.
Viceroy, do not take me for a fool,
I try to calm down, make me feel good.
Viceroy, I think it's getting late,
I head to the corner, time is running out.
And, oh, do not let me see myself crying,
After all, oh, dear, I will smoke until his death.
