| Kotiteollisuus – Yö Päivää Keinuttaa Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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English translation: An entire ocean fits on your soft skin. I gnaw at its beaches, I intentionally walk myself astray. It's so warm being here, in the glow of your aureole, under cover of your soft wings, a morning on the loin of the sun. I feel the soft touch of your wings, in the bright morning light. Once I have you beside me, you're never getting away, you will never fly again. At the edge of light, at the border between heaven and earth, it's cold, water freezes in its bed. There you search for your lost heart, what you discover is the night that cradles the day. The night...cradles The night... Your eyes in their deep sockets, lie turned to stone. The lifeless heart in your chest rests ossified. Your nurser's breasts sag dried up. The shreds of your wings on dirty sheets. Life promised too much perhaps, all you got into your arms was everyday life. And that is all you get; the night cradles the day. And I promised too much perhaps, you got a scar on your heart. And that is all you get; the night cradles the day... |
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| Stam1na – Likainen Parketti Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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English Translation: My psyche is in pieces I'm falling to pieces onto the floor the situation is not under my control a streak of cartilage and teeth are shed onto the floor trickling chips of bone, gum, secretions, pieces of scalp bad odours spread to the apartment But nobody hears what is happening behind the drawn curtain My psyche is in pieces on the floor I rupture like a wall of flesh kilos, litres splatter on walls and heaters, down the thighs onto the sheet bruises, memoirs... I am alone and before an earthly end No! No! No! No! "Love me," I whisper quietly because all I have is this dirty parquet Nothing more...nothing more... "I love you," I whisper quietly all I have is this dirty parquet Nothing more I hold on to both ends so I wouldn't burst I must round up myself into a pile they torture I disclosed I lied, but confessed sorry "Love me," I whisper quietly because all I have is this dirty parquet Nothing more...nothing more... "I love you," I whisper quietly all I have is this dirty parquet No other reality A severed head is full of sound I have to beat a fist into the head the fist is readied antidote, quickly are my limbs the full extent of my cognition? "Love me," I whisper quietly because all I have is this dirty parquet Nothing more...nothing more... "I love you," I whisper quietly all I have is this dirty parquet No other reality "Love me," I whisper quietly because all I have is this dirty parquet Nothing more...nothing more... "I love you," I whisper quietly |
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