Перевод - после оригинального текста. Делал сам - если где накосячил - просьба дать знать.
No interest to breathe
Heart too numb to beat
Too late to resuscitate the living dead
Hasn't slept in days
Drunk, hallucinates
And for a moment everything seems worthwhile
Unplugging from it all
Waiting for the fall to end it all
So frustrated and long gone to a better place
He never made it
Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide
Buried alive
Tired and jaded of the hell he can't erase
They never faded away
Those empty days he never could abide
Buried alive
Feeling less and less
Safe in loneliness
Self esteem drowned in a bottle
Dressed in apathy
Flushed out sanity
The countdown of his days is down to zero
Letting go of it all
Waiting for the fall to end it all
*******
Перевод:
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Нет интереса дышать
Сердце тоже оцепенело
Слишком поздно, чтобы оживлять живых мертвецов.
Сутками не спать
Пьянствовать и галлюцинировать
И на мгновение кажется, все обретает смысл.
Отключиться от всего этого,
И ждать, когда все в конце концов развалится.
Так разочарован, долго идя в лучшее место,
Он так никогда туда и не попал.
Раскрасив свое прошлое песнями о самоубийстве,
Заживо похоронен.
Уставший и адски измученный,
он не может стереть, они никогда не исчезнут,
Эти пустые дни, которые он никогда не мог вытерпеть
Похороненный заживо.
Чувст все меньше и меньше,
Безопасность в одиночестве,
Утопив самооценку в бутылке.
Одетый в апатию,
Внезапный приступ разумности,
Запустил обратный отсчет его дней.
Отпуская все
Ждать когда все это в конце концов развалится.
Translation - after the original text. Did he - if somewhere nakosyachil - please let them know.
No interest to breathe
Heart too numb to beat
Too late to resuscitate the living dead
I have not slept in days
Drunk, hallucinates
And for a moment everything seems worthwhile
Unplugging from it all
Waiting for the fall to end it all
So frustrated and long gone to a better place
He never made it
Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide
Buried alive
Tired and jaded of the hell he can not erase
They never faded away
Those empty days he never could abide
Buried alive
Feeling less and less
Safe in loneliness
Self esteem drowned in a bottle
Dressed in apathy
Flushed out sanity
The countdown of his days is down to zero
Letting go of it all
Waiting for the fall to end it all
*******
Translation:
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No interest breathing
The heart too numb
Too late to revive the living dead.
For days without sleep
Drunk and hallucinating
And for a moment it seems, everything makes sense.
Disconnect from all of this,
And wait until all eventually collapse.
So disappointed for a long time going to a better place,
He was never there and did not hit.
Colorize your past songs about suicide,
He buried alive.
Tired and terribly exhausted,
it can not delete, they will never disappear,
These empty days that he could never endure
Buried alive.
Senses are fewer and fewer,
Security alone,
Sinking self-esteem in a bottle.
Dressed in apathy,
A sudden attack of reasonableness,
Launched countdown of his days.
Letting go of everything
Wait when it all falls apart in the end.
