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<a href="/en/translator/swedens0ur" class="userpopupinfo username" rel="user1334503">swedensour</a>
Joined: 09.04.2017
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Hi I'm trying to transcribe this song but it's pretty unclear in some parts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUkwWlNWReM

A sea so calm, the surface flat like wine
Biding your time and counting your knives
Yet you mean me no harm
Mean me no harm

Oh, nobody knows how I go
Catching my tears on my toes
Nobody knows how I go
Nobody knows how I go

A blossom brief (?), reflecting my memory
Wearing me thin over everything
Unlike you, I do forget
Unlike you, I do forget

Oh, nobody knows how I go
Catching my tears on my toes
Nobody knows how I go
Nobody knows how I go

??? lost,
Holding on to my reverie
Did I mess up my mind?
Did I waste all that life?

Oh, nobody knows how I go
Catching my tears on my toes
Laughing with lumps in my throat
Wearing my wounds every show

Oh, nobody knows how I go
Catching my tears on my toes
Nobody knows how I go
Nobody knows how I go
Nobody knows how I go
Nobody knows how I go

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<a href="/en/translator/siho92" class="userpopupinfo username" rel="user1367737">SiHo_92</a>
Joined: 09.01.2018

Maybe, it's "A blossom breathe"? Their "th" sounds strange in the word "everything", too, so I thought it might also be the case in "br...".

And in the other stanza, I heard "I'm up XXX lost", so maybe it's "I'm up and lost" (although it doesn't make sense to me, and I think I even hear "I'm upXXXth lost").

But I'm no native English speaker/listener. Wink smile

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<a href="/en/translator/breezyday" class="userpopupinfo username" rel="user1394713">BreezyDay</a>
Joined: 31.08.2018

Please provide song times so we can fast-forward to the phrases. Regular smile I know, pot calling kettle black!!!

Also, do you know about how to slow down the music in YouTube settings? Sometimes it doesn't help, but sometimes it's a life-saver.

For the first one, It sounds like a blossom brief to me, but I don't feel certain. The comparison of human life to that of a flower is common in poetry. Maybe she's no longer a blossom. Or maybe she's a blossom lost in the sense of can't find her way. ??

For the second one, I'm listening (in a noisy library) at .25 speed. I think I hear, I'm offered the lost.

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