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  • Текст песни Infected Rain - At The Bottom Of The Bottle

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    Alcohol, it makes you feel good
    It makes you feel sick
    Alcohol, you whant more and more
    But you're clouded so quickly

    The bottle beckons you
    And you feel so weak
    Here you are at the bottom
    And your ego is so big

    You hate to be sober
    Problems all gone
    Your sorrow has been stolen
    You're full and happy now

    This pain, this pain is too loud
    You try, you try to come out!

    Alcohol, it makes you feel good
    It makes you feel sick
    Alcohol, you whant more and more
    But you're clouded so quickly

    You hate to be sober
    Problems all gone
    Your sorrow has ben stolen
    You're full and happy now

    This pain, this pain is too loud
    You try, you try to come out!

    You are! At the bottom of the bottle
    You, you, you are! At the bottom of the bottle

    You hate to be sober
    Problems all gone
    Your sorrow has ben stolen
    You're full and happy now

    This pain, this pain is too loud
    You try, you try to come out!

    You are! At the bottom of the bottle
    You, you, you are! At the bottom of the bottle
    ______________________
    Алкоголь... от него тебе хорошо, от него тебя тошнит.
    Алкоголь... ты хочешь ещё и ещё, но твой разум затуманивается.
    Бутылка манит тебя, ты чувствуешь себя таким слабым...
    Но вот ты на дне и эго становится огромным.

    Ты ненавидишь быть трезвым:
    Все проблемы ушли,
    Печаль как рукой сняло
    И теперь ты полон счастья.

    Эта боль... Эта боль слишком громка...
    Ты пытаешься... Ты пытаешься освободиться...

    Алкоголь... от него тебе хорошо, от него тебя тошнит.
    Алкоголь... ты хочешь ещё и ещё, но твой разум затуманивается.
    Бутылка манит тебя, ты чувствуешь таким слабым...
    Но вот ты на дне и эго становится огромным.

    Ты ненавидишь быть трезвым:
    Все проблемы ушли,
    Печаль как рукой сняло
    И теперь ты полон счастья.

    Эта боль... Эта боль слишком громка...
    Ты пытаешься... Ты пытаешься освободиться...

    Ты на дне бутылки!
    Ты, ты, ты, ты... на дне бутылки!

    Ты ненавидишь быть трезвым:
    Все проблемы ушли,
    Печаль как рукой сняло
    И теперь ты полон счастья.

    Эта боль... Эта боль слишком громка...
    Ты пытаешься... Ты пытаешься освободиться...

    Ты на дне бутылки!
    Ты, ты, ты, ты... на дне бутылки!

    Alcohol, it makes you feel good
    It makes you feel sick
    Alcohol, you whant more and more
    But you're clouded so quickly

    The bottle beckons you
    And you feel so weak
    Here you are at the bottom
    And your ego is so big

    You hate to be sober
    Problems all gone
    Your sorrow has been stolen
    You're full and happy now

    This pain, this pain is too loud
    You try, you try to come out!

    Alcohol, it makes you feel good
    It makes you feel sick
    Alcohol, you whant more and more
    But you're clouded so quickly

    You hate to be sober
    Problems all gone
    Your sorrow has ben stolen
    You're full and happy now

    This pain, this pain is too loud
    You try, you try to come out!

    You are! At the bottom of the bottle
    You, you, you are! At the bottom of the bottle

    You hate to be sober
    Problems all gone
    Your sorrow has ben stolen
    You're full and happy now

    This pain, this pain is too loud
    You try, you try to come out!

    You are! At the bottom of the bottle
    You, you, you are! At the bottom of the bottle
    ______________________
    Drink from it ... you feel good , you feel sick from it .
    Drink ... do you want more and more, but your mind is clouded .
    Bottle beckons you, you feel so weak ...
    But here you are at the bottom and becomes a huge ego .

    You hate to be sober :
    All the problems are gone,
    Sadness vanished
    And now you are full of happiness.

    This pain ... The pain is too loud ...
    You're trying ... You're trying to get rid ...

     Drink from it ... you feel good , you feel sick from it .
    Drink ... do you want more and more, but your mind is clouded .
    Bottle beckons you, you feel so weak ...
    But here you are at the bottom and becomes a huge ego .

    You hate to be sober :
    All the problems are gone,
    Sadness vanished
    And now you are full of happiness.

    This pain ... The pain is too loud ...
    You're trying ... You're trying to get rid ...

    You're at the bottom of the bottle!
    You, you , you, you ... on the bottom of the bottle !

    You hate to be sober :
    All the problems are gone,
    Sadness vanished
    And now you are full of happiness.

    This pain ... The pain is too loud ...
    You're trying ... You're trying to get rid ...

    You're at the bottom of the bottle!
    You, you , you, you ... on the bottom of the bottle !

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