Текст песни Senses Fail - Dreaming a Reality
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Is this what it's like? A dream lacking serenity? A wordless conversation, a "you and I" without me. Well I'll try and I won't get far, I'll die and I won't get far I'll try and know that everything's ok So I guess this is where I lie where the days are endless and the nights, They just don't belong. Dreaming my reality where truth and fiction don't seem to exist Confusion is home here, But believe in you is what you insist on (it's what you insist on) Nights, don't belong, the nights, don't belong, and the nights, they just don't belong... *** Снится реальность То есть вот какой он? Сон без забывчивой безмятежности? Разговор без слов, "ты и я", но без меня. Что ж, я попытаюсь и немногого добьюсь, Я умру и немногого добьюсь, Я попытаюсь и буду знать, что все хорошо. То есть, наверное, вот где я лежу, Там, где дни бесконечны, а ночи, Они просто здесь чужие... Мне снится моя реальность, Где, кажется, не существует ни правды, ни вымысла, Здесь привычное состояние - путаница, замешательство, Но ты настаиваешь, чтобы я верил в тебя (ты на этом настаиваешь). Ночи здесь чужие, эти ночи здесь чужие, Эти ночи, они здесь чужие... Смотрите также:
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Is this what it's like?
A dream lacking serenity?
A wordless conversation, a "you and I" without me.
Well I'll try and I won't get far,
I'll die and I won't get far
I'll try and know that everything's ok
So I guess this is where I lie
where the days are endless and the nights,
They just don't belong.
Dreaming my reality
where truth and fiction don't seem to exist
Confusion is home here,
But believe in you is what you insist on
(it's what you insist on)
Nights, don't belong, the nights, don't belong,
and the nights, they just don't belong ...
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dream a reality
That is what it actually ?
Sleep without forgetful serenity ?
Conversation without words, " you and I " , but without me.
Well , I'll try and I'll get the few ,
I will die and I'll get the few ,
I'll try and I'll know that all is well.
That is, probably , that's where I lay ,
Where endless days and nights ,
They are just here to strangers ...
I dream of my reality
Where, it seems , there is no truth or fiction
Here the usual state - confusion , confusion,
But you insist that I believed in you
( you insist on this ) .
Nights here strangers, these nights here strangers
These nights , they're here strangers ...
