Sometimes
I feel like I want to live
Far from the metropolis
Just walk through that door
Sometimes
I feel like I want to fly
Reach out to the painted sky
A prisoner to the wind
A bird on the wing
Sometimes
I feel the ocean in my blood
See rain from the sky above
Her song blind tears
And now
Those tears leave taste on my tongue
Like the warm rush you get from
Black opium
Black opium
Sometimes
I feel like I want to leave
Behind all these memories
And walk through that door
Outside
The black night calls my name
But all roads look the same
They lead nowhere
They lead nowhere
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Иногда
Я ощущаю, что я хочу жить
Вдали от столицы,
Просто выйти через эту дверь.
Иногда
Я ощущаю, что я хочу летать,
Дотянуться до нарисованного неба,
Пленник ветра,
Крылатая птица.
Иногда
Я ощущаю, что в моей крови океан.
Смотри на дождь, падающий с неба.
Ее соль засолила слезы,
И теперь
Эти слезы оставят свой вкус у меня на языке,
Словно то теплое ощущение, которое получаешь от
Черного опиума,
Черного опиума.
Иногда
Я чувствую, что я хочу уйти
За все эти воспоминания
И выйти через эту дверь
Наружу.
Черная ночь зовет меня по имени,
Но все дороги выглядят одинаково,
Они ведут в никуда,
Они ведут в никуда.
Sometimes.
I Feel Like I Want To Live
Far from the Metropolis
Just Walk Through That Door
Sometimes.
I Feel Like I Want To Fly
REACH OUT TO THE PAINTED SKY
A prisoner to the wind
A Bird on the Wing
Sometimes.
I Feel The Ocean in My Blood
See Rain From The Sky Above
HER SONG BLIND TARS
And now.
Those Tears Leave Taste ON MY Tongue
LIKE THE WARM RUSH YOU GET FROM
Black Opium.
Black Opium.
Sometimes.
I Feel Like I Want To Leave
Behind All These Memories
AND WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR
Outside
THE BLACK NIGHT CALLS MY NAME
But All Roads Look The Same
THEY LEAD NOWHERE
THEY LEAD NOWHERE
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Sometimes
I feel that I want to live
Away from the capital,
Just get out through this door.
Sometimes
I feel that I want to fly,
Take up to the painted sky
Wind prisoner
Winged bird.
Sometimes
I feel that in my blood ocean.
Look at the rain falling from the sky.
Her salt sawing tears,
And now
These tears will leave your taste in my language,
As if the warm feeling that you get from
Black opium
Black opium.
Sometimes
I feel that I want to leave
For all these memories
And go through this door
Outward
Black night calls me by name,
But all the roads look equally
They lead to now
They lead to nowhere.
