NO VALENTINES
НЕТ ВАЛЕНТИНОК
No more Valentine's Day
No more Christmas cards
I've thrown ‘em all away
No more sequined stars
No birthday wishes
No more surprises
Who needs ‘em anyway
No reason to get excited
Больше нет Дня святого Валентина,
Больше нет рождественских открыток,
Я выбросил их.
Больше нет расшитых блёстками звёзд,
Нет пожеланий на день рождения,
Больше нет сюрпризов.
Кому нужны они?
Нет причины волноваться.
Yes, I gave you everything
I gave you earth and sky
And everything in between
That walks or crawls or flies
No Easter mornings
It's your cross now
Keep it all for yourself
It's overrated anyhow
Да, я дал тебе всё.
Я подарил тебе небо и землю,
И всё, что между ними
Ходит, ползает и летает.
Нет пасхального утра,
Теперь это твой крест.
Оставь всё это себе,
И так за это слишком высокая цена.
But keep my Valentine
I'll keep my bleeding heart
Just let me out of here
Before that sentimental music starts
And your regrets
Fall like empty lines
Like the lies we write on Valentines
Но сохрани мою валентинку,
Я сохраню своё израненное сердце.
Просто дай мне уйти
Прежде чем заиграет сентиментальная музыка.
И твои сожаления
Прозвучат, как пустые слова,
Словно ложь, которую мы пишем на валентинках.
No Valentines.
No valentines
No more valentine's day
No More Christmas Cards
I'Ve Thrown 'Em All Away
No more sequined stars
No Birthday Wishes.
No More Surprises
Who Needs' Em Anyway
No Reason To Get Excited
There is no longer Valentine's Day,
No more Christmas cards,
I threw them.
No longer embroidered stars
No birthday wishes,
There are no more surprises.
Who needs them?
No reason to worry.
Yes, I Gave You Everything
I GAVE YOU EART AND SKY
AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN
That Walks Or Crawls or Flies
No Easter Morning
IT'S Your Cross Now
KEEP IT ALL FOR YOURSELF
IT's Overrated Anyhow
Yes, I gave you everything.
I gave you the sky and the earth,
And all that between them
Walks, crawling and flies.
No easter morning
Now it is your cross.
Leave all it yourself
And so for this too high price.
But Keep My Valentine
I'll Keep My Bleeding Heart
Just Let Me Out of Here
Before Than Sentimental Music Starts
And your regrets.
Fall Like Empty Lines
Like The Lies We Write On Valentines
But save my valentine,
I saved my wound heart.
Just give me to leave
Before Sentimental Music Play.
And your regrets
Sound like empty words
Like a lie we write on valentines.
