Текст песни Stillste Stund - Darksomely
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Every time we meet It makes me feel so cold. A shiver runs down my spine And hits the core of my soul. Though you also let me hear, let me hear the sirens call. And those infatuating voices Seem to be worth dying for I´m just about to break I´m just about to fake I'm darksomely addicted to this, Darksomely - for a moment of bliss. It´s not worth it from my very own point of view To exchange a dream for what they call truth. Everytime we part It makes me feel so sick. There´s nothing left but pain inside And a dark shade in my head. For you let me see, Let me see through closed eyes. And those incredible images Seem to compensate for all life´s lies I'm darksomely addicted to this, Darksomely - for a moment of bliss. It´s not worth it from my very own point of view To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. You give me something easy That I can complicate You give me something beautiful That I can destroy and hate And if it feels this good It must be the perfect dream Far beyond despair Hardly noticed behind the scenes. I'm darksomely addicted to this Just for a brief moment of bliss. It´s not worth it from my very own point of view To exchange a dream for what they call truth. I'm darksomely addicted to it Just falling deeper bit by bit It´s not worth it from my very own point of view To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. _____________________ Каждый раз, как мы встречаемся, Мне становится очень холодно, По спине пробегает дрожь И бьет в самое сердце моей души. Но ты позволяешь мне услышать, Позволяешь услышать зов сирен, И за эти умопомрачительные голоса, Кажется, стоит умереть. Я уже готов сломаться, Я уже готов притвориться. Я по-черному зависим от этого, По-черному – от блаженного момента. На мой сугубо личный взгляд, Не стоит менять сон на то, что они называют правдой. Каждый раз, как мы расстаемся, Мне становится так плохо, Не остается ничего, кроме боли внутри И черной тени в голове. Ведь ты позволяешь мне видеть, Ты позволяешь мне видеть с закрытыми глазами, И те невероятные образы, Кажется, компенсируют всю ложь в жизни. Я по-черному зависим от этого, По-черному – от блаженного момента. На мой сугубо личный взгляд, не стоит Менять сон на столь иллюзорную правду. Ты даешь мне нечто простое, И я могу усложнить его. Ты даешь мне нечто прекрасное, И я могу возненавидеть и разрушить его. И если это так замечательно, То, должно быть, это идеальный сон, Выходящий далеко за грани отчаяния, С трудом замеченный за декорациями. Я по-черному зависим от этого, Все ради короткого момента счастья. На мой сугубо личный взгляд, Не стоит менять сон на то, что они называют правдой. Я по-черному зависим от этого, Постепенно падая все глубже. На мой сугубо личный взгляд, не стоит Менять сон на столь иллюзорную правду. Смотрите также:
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Every time we meet
It makes me feel so cold.
A shiver runs down my spine
And hits the core of my soul.
Though you also let me hear,
let me hear the sirens call.
And those infatuating voices
Seem to be worth dying for
I'm just about to break
I'm just about to fake
I'm darksomely addicted to this,
Darksomely - for a moment of bliss.
It's not worth it from my very own point of view
To exchange a dream for what they call truth.
Everytime we part
It makes me feel so sick.
There's nothing left but pain inside
And a dark shade in my head.
For you let me see,
Let me see through closed eyes.
And those incredible images
Seem to compensate for all life's lies
I'm darksomely addicted to this,
Darksomely - for a moment of bliss.
It's not worth it from my very own point of view
To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.
You give me something easy
That I can complicate
You give me something beautiful
That I can destroy and hate
And if it feels this good
It must be the perfect dream
Far beyond despair
Hardly noticed behind the scenes.
I'm darksomely addicted to this
Just for a brief moment of bliss.
It's not worth it from my very own point of view
To exchange a dream for what they call truth.
I'm darksomely addicted to it
Just falling deeper bit by bit
It's not worth it from my very own point of view
To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.
_____________________
Every time we meet,
I get very cold,
On the back a shiver runs
And the heart beats in my soul.
But you let me hear,
You can hear the call of the Sirens,
And for these magnificent voice,
It seems worth dying for.
I'm ready to break,
I'm willing to pretend.
I'm in a black depends on this,
In the black - from the blissful moment.
In my purely personal opinion,
It is not necessary to change the dream that they call
true.
Every time we leave,
I get so bad,
There is nothing but pain inside
And the black shadow in my head.
After all, you let me see,
You let me see closed
eyes
And those incredible images,
It seems to compensate all the lies in life.
I'm in a black depends on this,
In the black - from the blissful moment.
In my purely personal opinion, it is not necessary
Change sleep at such an illusory truth.
You give me something simple,
And I can complicate it.
You give me something beautiful,
And I hate and destroy it.
And if it is so wonderful,
That must have been an ideal sleep,
Far beyond the edge of despair,
Hardly noticed the scenery.
I'm in a black depends on this,
All for a short moment of happiness.
In my purely personal opinion,
It is not necessary to change the dream that they call
true.
I'm in a black depends on this,
Gradually falling deeper.
In my purely personal opinion, it is not necessary
Change sleep at such an illusory truth.
