I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out
I'm reading over your shoulders, it says it in every line, in ever curve and crack. it says it in every detail of your face, unmistakably apparent
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams you were Stitching up the seams on every broken promise That your body couldn't
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, Whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought
Anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now. anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is
new music new listening not an attempt to understand something that is said for if something were being said the sounds would be given the shapes of words
Fordítás: Black Sabbath. Figyelmeztetés (This Time Is A vita tárgyát).
Fordítás: Ruiz, Olivia. La Dispute.
Fordítás: Patrick Pleau. Közötti jogvita nővéreim és à ¢ Fra ¨ res.
Fordítás: A Sound Of Animals Fighting. Nem lehet vitás, hogy Monsters Élő köztünk.
J'ai pousse la porte comme tous les soirs Je rentrais du taf , etait deja tard Ton air desempare et encore dans ton peignoir C'est quoi ce foutoir Tu
: J'ai pousse la porte comme tous les soirs Je rentrais du taf , etait deja tard Ton air desempare et encore dans ton peignoir C'est quoi ce foutoir
: Anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now. anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything
I will carry this torch until it burns up my sleeve. I will carry my thoughts just as much as I can keep. I will push, dig and climb to find my way.
For as long as I can remember, we've always been together, so I'm down on my knees, begging you please: "let this be forever." Let go of the hand that
I'm sick of the lies. I'm sick of the cries. You're such a fucking baby, I hope you die. I called you a friend, it won't happen again. There's no saying