I'm undecided about Ты again
Mightn't be right that you're not here
It's double-sided, cause I ruined it all
- But also saved myself, by never believing you, Dear
Everything good, I deem too good to be true
Everything else is just a bore
Everything I have to look вперед to
Has a pretty painful and very imposing before
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
I have too been playing with fifty-two cards
- Just cause I play so far from my vest
Whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard
What could I do, but spend my best
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
And after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees
All the other stuff tired itself out first, not me
And in its wake, appeared the touch and call
Of a different breed
One who set to get me wise, and got me there
And then, got me
And what a thing, to know what could be instead
Oh, what a blessed curse; to see
It took the agenda from its place in my bed
Made a merry paramour of me
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
O' sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Giving me eyes to view it
As it goes by the boards
Mightn't be right that you're not here
It's double-sided, cause I ruined it all
- But also saved myself, by never believing you, Dear
Everything good, I deem too good to be true
Everything else is just a bore
Everything I have to look вперед to
Has a pretty painful and very imposing before
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
I have too been playing with fifty-two cards
- Just cause I play so far from my vest
Whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard
What could I do, but spend my best
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
And after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees
All the other stuff tired itself out first, not me
And in its wake, appeared the touch and call
Of a different breed
One who set to get me wise, and got me there
And then, got me
And what a thing, to know what could be instead
Oh, what a blessed curse; to see
It took the agenda from its place in my bed
Made a merry paramour of me
O' Sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
O' sailor, why'd Ты do it
What'd Ты do that for
Giving me eyes to view it
As it goes by the boards
Pale september, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer Остаться в живых their breath and disappeared
My сердце went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im Пение him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion или intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a Главная in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im Пение him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im Пение him to sleep
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer Остаться в живых their breath and disappeared
My сердце went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im Пение him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion или intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a Главная in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im Пение him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im Пение him to sleep
Days like this, I dont know what to do with myself.
All день - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me берег and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
All день - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me берег and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
