David Thomas Broughton все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Thinking as I do, as the light touches your face,
Wishing that I could ever be so gentle,
Meaning not to offend, I fell into a sleep,
Knowing hypocrites are always going to be.
Sleep my darling, sleep my darling,
How I love you with such just.
We have half-life enough to sustain us through the rough,
Clashes and defence of all we have done wrong,

Into the well of ideas I never dropped, off the edge of my better side I popped, a spell of good weather gave me lightness, but the gravity it never went away, and onwards we trudge, a stronghold we claim, is it a stronghold we’ve got? is it balls, the strategy is theoretically right, but is it right? is it balls, oh my love is gone and my faith is shot and I fall to ground like a corpse, I lift my arms to the heavens and shout ‘want can I do?’, and onwards we trudge.

My body is so crap at staying true, to my will and the way I’d like to be, my father’s fist is a brick in my heart, as my face speckled with hormones, my mouth closed in retreat, I mistreated my poor bones and felt the warm hand of defeat, a tip-tap of the finger a heavy drop of the sigh, I though then I held back the shutting shut of an eye
scars on my body are testing the value of time, but I am a grown man and to touch is a personal crime, it never gets easy the sense and the tension compete, as a grown man I’m useless, oh but I’m driven by the fear.

Пора проститься, больше так не влюбиться,
Пора проститься, хотела ты парить вольной птицей
Пора проститься, не возвратить нам все назад
Прощает нас мир даря последний закат.

Пора проститься больше так не влюбиться
Сколько лет потом ты мне еще будешь сниться
Не смог удержать, хотя любил так сильно