I'm never really sure where to go or what to do
All I really know is that I've got you
Every time I wake I focus on what I see
When I see it's you I hope it's not a dream
Every morning, I, I wake up sighing
But I still haven't figured it out, it's still a mystery
I washed up on the shore shaking and confused
I tamper all my thoughts of a less view of you
The stars are out tonight, everything is as it seems
And when I see it's you I hope it's not a dream
Every morning, I, I wake up sighing
But I still haven't figured it out, it's still a mystery
ПЕРЕВОД
Я никогда не уверен в том, куда идти и что делать,
Всё, что я знаю, - это то, что у меня есть тыю
Каждый раз, когда просыпаюсь, я концентрируюсь на том, что вижу,
Когда я вижу, что это не ты, я надеюсь, что это не сон.
Каждое утро я просыпаюсь и вздыхаю,
Но я до сих пор не понял, что это - загадка.
Я мыл посуду на берегу, я потрясён и сконфужен,
Я вмешиваюсь в свои мысли о твоём мнении.
Вечером ввёзды пропадут, всё так, как кажется,
И когда я вижу, что это не ты, я надеюсь, что это не сон.
Каждое утро я просыпаюсь и вздыхаю,
Но я до сих пор не понял, что это - загадка.
I'm never really sure where to go or what to do
All I really know is that I've got you
Every time I wake I focus on what I see
When I see it's you I hope it's not a dream
Every morning, I, I wake up sighing
But I still haven't figured it out, it's still a mystery
I washed up on the shore shaking and confused
I tamper all my thoughts of a less view of you
The stars are out tonight, everything is as it seems
And when I see it's you I hope it's not a dream
Every morning, I, I wake up sighing
But I still haven't figured it out, it's still a mystery
TRANSFER
I'm never sure where to go or what to do
All I know is that I have you
Every time I wake up I focus on what I see
When I see that it is not you, I hope it is not a dream.
Every morning I wake up and sigh
But I still do not understand that this is a mystery.
I washed dishes on the beach, I'm shocked and confused
I interfere with my thoughts about your opinion.
In the evening, the entries will disappear, everything is as it seems
And when I see that it is not you, I hope it is not a dream.
Every morning I wake up and sigh
But I still do not understand that this is a mystery.
