Русия води позорна война срещу Украйна.     Бъдете с Украйна!
Споделяне
Размер на шрифта
Превод
Размяна на местата на текста и превода

At the Station

Man gets up from his bed, walks to the kitchen
Food from the fridge he throws away, throws away
Goes outside, checks the tabloids
Snorts for futility, the man is sure, the man is sure
Stops by a stall, buys smokes
Shop assistant talks, the man can't hear, the man can't hear
 
People are astonished at the station,
The train is late again.
 
The man gets on to the public transport, pays and travels
To the station in the city center and jumps off, jumps off.
Takes a train to the slushy north
Trouble on the window, it's november, it's november
 
The man is in a hurry, the man is in a hurry to get away
The man is in a hurry, the man is in a hurry to get away
The man is in a hurry, hurry, the man is in a hurry to get away
The man is in a hurry, hurry, the man is in a hurry to get away
 
The man gets off his train, changes the track
Looks at his watch, "it's here soon, it's here soon"
And from the horizon comes the peace bringer
The man takes a step, train splits, train splits.
 
Hmm..
 
Under snow
 
When I get your face in my mind
The night gets a bit colder
And I fall to a dark picture
To the only answer
 
Once I hide in my darkness again
Dress it in gold, to thin linen
And one tree leans to me
Hum inside of it
 
And again I crawl next to you
Like under snow
And again I fall next to you
Like to a grave, on a sheet
 
In your young eyes reflect
Many stories already
And some of us get wounded
Some of us only travel
 
Оригинален текст

Asemalla

Натиснете тук, за да видите оригиналния текст (фински)

Happoradio: 3-те най-преглеждани
Коментари