Hey it's me
Эй, это я.
I just got off the train
Я только что сошёл с поезда.
A frightening place
Устрашающее место,
Their faces are concrete grey
Их лица - бетонно-серого цвета.
And I'm wondering, should I turn around?
И я задаюсь вопросом: нужно ли мне развернуться?
Buy another ticket
Покупаю ещё один билет,
Panic is coming on strong
Паника становится сильнее.
So cold, from the inside out
Так холодно вдоль и поперёк,
No great job, no message coming in
Поработали плохо, не поступает никаких сообщений,
And you're so small
И ты так мала.
Glassy eyed light of day
Пьяный свет дня,
Glassy eyed light of day
Пьяный свет дня.
The path trails off
Тропа исчезает
And heads down a mountain
И направляется вниз к горе
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
Сквозь сухой куст, я не знаю, куда она ведёт.
I don't really care
На самом деле, мне наплевать.
And the path trails off
И тропа исчезает
And heads down a mountain
И направляется вниз к горе
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
Сквозь сухой куст, я не знаю, куда она ведёт.
I don't really care
На самом деле, мне наплевать.
I feel this love turn cold
Я чувствую, как эта любовь становится холодной,
I feel this love turn cold
Я чувствую, как эта любовь становится холодной.
Hey it's me
Hey, it's me.
I just got off the train
I just got off the train.
A frightening place
Awesome place
Their faces are concrete gray
Their faces are concrete gray.
And I'm wondering, should I turn around?
And I ask myself: do I need to turn around?
Buy another ticket
Buying another ticket
Panic is coming on strong
Panic is getting stronger.
So cold, from the inside out
So cold along and across
No great job, no message coming in
Worked poorly, no messages received
And you're so small
And you are so small.
Glassy eyed light of day
The drunken light of the day
Glassy eyed light of day
The drunken light of the day.
The path trails off
Trail disappears
And heads down a mountain
And heading down to the mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
Through a dry bush, I don’t know where it leads.
I don't really care
In fact, I don't give a damn.
And the path trails off
And the path disappears
And heads down a mountain
And heading down to the mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
Through a dry bush, I don’t know where it leads.
I don't really care
In fact, I don't give a damn.
I feel this love turn cold
I feel this love getting cold
I feel this love turn cold
I feel this love getting cold
