Moon Museum - In Your Pocket (traducción al Rumano)

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In Your Pocket

Oh, this little door leads straight into my soul
Oh this little rose has overdosed
You keep it frozen in your pocket to remind you
Of a beautiful place
Of all the sunny days when it never crossed our minds to say that …
 
Time is a boulevard that we walk after dark
Watching all the tiny sparks coming out of the smokers hands
As they stand on the corners telling all their former lovers to fuck off
 
Hey, are you still afraid to come out and play
As it keeps raining in your pocket to remind you
Of all the beautiful things
Of all the wedding rings that have melted in the furnace of …
 
Time is a boulevard that we walk after dark
Watching all the tiny sparks coming out of the smokers hands
As they stand on the corners telling all their former lovers to fuck off
 
And it’s so real
Everything we feel
Maybe it’s no big deal
I keep, I keep kneeling in your pocket to remind you
Of a beautiful place (run run running round)
Of a beautiful face (run run running back)
Of a beautiful (run run running round)
Of a beautiful time (run run running out of…)
 
Time is a boulevard that we walk after dark
Watching all the tiny sparks coming out of the smokers hands
As they stand on the corners telling all their former lovers to fuck off
 
Publicado por oO_Saraswati_Oo el Mié, 20/01/2016 - 02:33
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traducción al Rumano

In buzunarul tau

Oh, aceasta mica usa conduce direct catre sufletul meu
Oh acest mic trandafir a luat o supradoza
Il pastrezi inghetat in buzunarul tau sa iti aminteasca
De un loc frumos
De toata zilele insorite cand nu ne-a trecut prin cap sa zicem ca...
 
Timpul este un bulevard pe care mergem dupa lasarea intunericului
Uitandu-ne la scanteile subtiri care cad din mana fumatorilor
Cand stau in colturile spunandu-le tutror fostilor iubiti sa se duca naibii
 
Hey, iti este inca frica sa iesi si sa te joci
In timp ce continua sa iti ploua in buzunarul tau ca sa iti amintesti
De toate lucrurile frumoase
De toate verighetele care s-au topit in cuptorul...
 
Timpul este un bulevard pe care mergem dupa lasarea intunericului
Uitandu-ne la scanteile subtiri care cad din mana fumatorilor
Cand stau in colturile spunandu-le tutror fostilor iubiti sa se duca naibii
 
Si este atat de real
Tot ce simtim
Poate nu e mare lucru
Eu continui sa ingenunchiez in buzunarul tau ca sa iti amintesc
De un loc frumos
De o fata Frumoasa
De un frumos
De un timp frumos
 
Timpul este un bulevard pe care mergem dupa lasarea intunericului
Uitandu-ne la scanteile subtiri care cad din mana fumatorilor
Cand stau in colturile spunandu-le tutror fostilor iubiti sa se duca naibii
 
Publicado por merisor el Lun, 23/04/2018 - 20:21
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