Song | Romance |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Heart of Snow |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
My days are quickly disappearing | |
But the pain's always the same | |
As if the roses are decaying | |
And the nightingales are dying | |
The love has kept my life in order | |
Feels so wasteful too | |
From your skin as soft as satin | |
From your skin soft as satin | |
Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
If the reason I am living | |
Is because of a dream | |
Like blind children we'll be climbing | |
Up the mountain to the sky | |
And there we'll find the dreamland | |
Of the whitest clouds | |
We'll be looking for dead roses | |
We'll be looking for dead roses | |
Listen to dead nightingales | |
Odnoobraznye mel'kayut (Однообразные мелькают) | |
Vsyo s toy zhe bol'yu dni moyi (Все с той же болью дни мои,) | |
Kak budto rozy opadayut (Как будто розы опадают) | |
I umirayut solovyi (И умирают соловьи.) | |
No i ona pechal'na tozhe (Но и она печальна тоже,) | |
Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' (Мне приказавшая любовь,) | |
I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey (И под ее атласной кожей) | |
Bezhit otravlennaya krov' (Бежит отравленная кровь.) |
My days are quickly disappearing | |
But the pain' s always the same | |
As if the roses are decaying | |
And the nightingales are dying | |
The love has kept my life in order | |
Feels so wasteful too | |
From your skin as soft as satin | |
From your skin soft as satin | |
Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
If the reason I am living | |
Is because of a dream | |
Like blind children we' ll be climbing | |
Up the mountain to the sky | |
And there we' ll find the dreamland | |
Of the whitest clouds | |
We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
Listen to dead nightingales | |
Odnoobraznye mel' kayut | |
Vsyo s toy zhe bol' yu dni moyi , | |
Kak budto rozy opadayut | |
I umirayut solovyi . | |
No i ona pechal' na tozhe , | |
Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' , | |
I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey | |
Bezhit otravlennaya krov' . |
My days are quickly disappearing | |
But the pain' s always the same | |
As if the roses are decaying | |
And the nightingales are dying | |
The love has kept my life in order | |
Feels so wasteful too | |
From your skin as soft as satin | |
From your skin soft as satin | |
Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
If the reason I am living | |
Is because of a dream | |
Like blind children we' ll be climbing | |
Up the mountain to the sky | |
And there we' ll find the dreamland | |
Of the whitest clouds | |
We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
Listen to dead nightingales | |
Odnoobraznye mel' kayut | |
Vsyo s toy zhe bol' yu dni moyi , | |
Kak budto rozy opadayut | |
I umirayut solovyi . | |
No i ona pechal' na tozhe , | |
Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' , | |
I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey | |
Bezhit otravlennaya krov' . |