Д.Н.К. - Кошки умирают ночью
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Третья кружка кофе, никотин по венам.
Во мне сгорал последний вдох, пока я тебе верил...
Срывались вызовы. Ночь. В стены долбила боль.
Прости меня за то, что этот сон уже не твой.
Лирика стала резать вены под порванным небом,
Лето загоралось красным, преграждая путь к побегу.
Запятые кончились. Плохая постановка...
Куча бреда в блокноте, Мир который скомкан.
Эмоции...за что бороться? Я тут один.
Париж умрёт влюблённым, так и не дождавшись солнца.
Сорванный, без права выбора поджёг фитиль
И время станет бессмертным, когда мой Бог проснётся.
Воспоминания...размыты по сердцу.
Им надо высохнуть, чтоб перед братом после сорока раздеться...
Спасибо марту за то, что подарил мне шанс.
Странно, что этот год не назвали в честь Нас...
припев:
Больно. Будет больно. Но ты терпи и пой мне.
Ты жива, а это всё просто плохие роли.
Слишком много помню...мне нужен доктор, срочно.
Не верь, но даже кошки умирают ночью.
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Я так хотел остаться здесь, но ослеп
Под натиском слёз и свет на практике был придуманным.
Приду к тебе и утону в третий раз от твоей руки,
Я ждал других, сжимая крепче узел на петле под утро...
Глупый...звонки бросали разум в урну.
Год потрепал меня изрядно, как куклу вуду.
Много думал...Ты не поверишь, но я много думал.
За дымом. Дурень. Так ни к чему не пришёл...
Тебе там хорошо. Зачем тогда играть масками,
Любить по-разному? Можно повесить сразу.
Мы виноваты все и тем не менее мы правы.
Два сердца разорвались, как китайские петарды.
Зачем...мы не ответим. Нас не осудят.
Ошибки учат, чтобы было меньше чёрных судеб.
Я обещал построить Рай только двум душам...
Ты помнишь, чтобы любить- причин не нужно...
припев:
Больно. Будет больно. Но ты терпи и пой мне.
Ты жива, а это всё просто плохие роли.
Слишком много помню...мне нужен доктор, срочно.
Не верь, но даже кошки умирают ночью.
The third mug of coffee, nicotine in the veins.
The last breath burned in me while I believed you ...
The challenges were broken. Night. Pain was hollowed into the walls.
Forgive me for the fact that this dream is no longer yours.
The lyrics began to cut veins under the torn sky,
Summer lit up red, blocking the path to running.
The commas are over. Bad production ...
A bunch of delirium in a notebook, a world which is crumbling.
Emotions ... What to fight for? I'm alone here.
Paris will die in love, never waiting for the sun.
Torn, without the right to choose a wick
And time will become immortal when my god will wake up.
Memories ... blurred in the heart.
They need to dry, in order to undress before the brother after forty ...
Thanks to Martha for giving me a chance.
It is strange that this year was not named after us ...
chorus:
Painfully. It will hurt. But you are tolerate and sing me.
You are alive, and these are all just bad roles.
I remember too much ... I need a doctor, urgently.
Do not believe, but even cats die at night.
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I so wanted to stay here, but blinded
Under the onslaught, tears and light in practice was invented.
I'll come to you and drown for the third time from your hand,
I waited for others, squeezing the knot on the loop in the morning ...
Stupid ... calls threw the mind into the urn.
The year patted me pretty much, like a voodoo doll.
I thought a lot ... You won’t believe it, but I thought a lot.
For smoke. Black. So I didn’t come to anything ...
You feel good there. Why then play masks,
Love differently? You can hang it right away.
We are all to blame and yet we are right.
Two hearts exploded like Chinese firecrackers.
Why ... we will not answer. We will not be condemned.
Mistakes are taught so that there are fewer black destinies.
I promised to build paradise only two souls ...
You remember to love, there are no reasons ...
chorus:
Painfully. It will hurt. But you are tolerate and sing me.
You are alive, and these are all just bad roles.
I remember too much ... I need a doctor, urgently.
Do not believe, but even cats die at night.
The last breath burned in me while I believed you ...
The challenges were broken. Night. Pain was hollowed into the walls.
Forgive me for the fact that this dream is no longer yours.
The lyrics began to cut veins under the torn sky,
Summer lit up red, blocking the path to running.
The commas are over. Bad production ...
A bunch of delirium in a notebook, a world which is crumbling.
Emotions ... What to fight for? I'm alone here.
Paris will die in love, never waiting for the sun.
Torn, without the right to choose a wick
And time will become immortal when my god will wake up.
Memories ... blurred in the heart.
They need to dry, in order to undress before the brother after forty ...
Thanks to Martha for giving me a chance.
It is strange that this year was not named after us ...
chorus:
Painfully. It will hurt. But you are tolerate and sing me.
You are alive, and these are all just bad roles.
I remember too much ... I need a doctor, urgently.
Do not believe, but even cats die at night.
________________________________________________
I so wanted to stay here, but blinded
Under the onslaught, tears and light in practice was invented.
I'll come to you and drown for the third time from your hand,
I waited for others, squeezing the knot on the loop in the morning ...
Stupid ... calls threw the mind into the urn.
The year patted me pretty much, like a voodoo doll.
I thought a lot ... You won’t believe it, but I thought a lot.
For smoke. Black. So I didn’t come to anything ...
You feel good there. Why then play masks,
Love differently? You can hang it right away.
We are all to blame and yet we are right.
Two hearts exploded like Chinese firecrackers.
Why ... we will not answer. We will not be condemned.
Mistakes are taught so that there are fewer black destinies.
I promised to build paradise only two souls ...
You remember to love, there are no reasons ...
chorus:
Painfully. It will hurt. But you are tolerate and sing me.
You are alive, and these are all just bad roles.
I remember too much ... I need a doctor, urgently.
Do not believe, but even cats die at night.