From Your Favourite Sky (оригинал I Am Kloot )
Do you dare, take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail, do you weep
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born, Far from joy
You're every girl and boy
you know you are, you know you are
And you dress, Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess, savoir-faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, You know you do
Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
C твоего любимого неба
Хочешь бросить вызов? Передохни.
Ты мечтаешь о трагической смерти?
Я знаю, ты мечтаешь.
Ты скорбишь? Ты плачешь?
Ты поешь себе, чтобы уснуть?
Ты нежный цветок.
Так и что же такое любовь? И кто я такой?
Рискую сорвать звезды с твоего любимого неба.
Ты родилась, не ведая счастья.
Такая же, как и любая девочка, как и любой мальчик
Ты знаешь, так и есть. Ты знаешь, так и есть.
И ты одеваешься как леди.
И светишься многогранным великолепием.
Всё время, всё время.
Так и что же такое любовь? И кто я такой?
Рискую сорвать звезды с твоего любимого неба.
Ты притворяешься, будто знаешь, как поступить.
Осветляешь волосы дешевой краской.
Ты знаешь, так и есть. Ты знаешь, так и есть.
Хочешь бросить вызов? Передохни.
Ты мечтаешь о трагической смерти?
Ты нежный цветок.
Так и что же такое любовь? И кто я такой?
Рискую сорвать звезды с твоего любимого неба.
Так и что же такое любовь? И кто я такой?
Рискую сорвать звезды с твоего любимого неба.
From Your Favourite Sky ( original I Am Kloot)
Do you dare, take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail, do you weep
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born, Far from joy
You're every girl and boy
you know you are, you know you are
And you dress, Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess, savoir-faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, You know you do
Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
C your favorite sky
Want to challenge? Take a break .
You dream of a tragic death?
I know you're dreaming .
You are mourning ? Are you crying?
You sing myself to sleep?
You're a delicate flower .
So what is love ? And who am I ?
At the risk of rip stars from your favorite sky.
You were born , not knowing happiness.
The same as any girl like any boy
You know it is. You know it is.
And you dress like a lady .
And light multi-faceted splendor.
All the time , all the time.
So what is love ? And who am I ?
At the risk of rip stars from your favorite sky.
You pretend like you know what to do.
Lightening hair cheap paint.
You know it is. You know it is.
Want to challenge? Take a break .
You dream of a tragic death?
You're a delicate flower .
So what is love ? And who am I ?
At the risk of rip stars from your favorite sky.
So what is love ? And who am I ?
At the risk of rip stars from your favorite sky.
