Что может пойти не так?
Хоть об дверной косяк
Ты своей головой тупой убейся.
Мне не жаль тебя никак,
Твои проблемы пустяк,
И прямо как стекло назло разбейся.
Now listen your heart
And whistle from far
Away.
You're feeling okay.
You'll never obey...
Everyday
Is the day of your last prepares.
Ты вновь наорал на мать.
Может хватит исполнять?
И так в груди твоей много трещин.
Спать, нужно нам больше спать,
А то скоро твоя кровать,
Пошлёт тебя, собирая вещи.
When you're looking for help
Statues is gonna knock you down
It's sad to recognize these statues as
Your parents
Now listen your heart
And whistle from far
Away.
You're feeling okay.
You'll never obey...
Everyday
Is the day of your last prepares.
Теперь всё как во сне,
Ты снишься мне,
Напевая наши песни.
What could go wrong?
Even if you hit the door frame
You'll kill yourself with your stupid head.
I don't feel sorry for you at all,
Your problems are a trifle,
And just like glass, break out of spite.
Now listen to your heart
And whistle from far
Away.
You're feeling okay.
You'll never obey...
Everyday
Is the day of your last prepares.
You yelled at your mother again.
Maybe you've stopped obeying?
There are already so many cracks in your chest.
Sleep, we need to sleep more,
Or soon your bed,
Will send you packing.
When you're looking for help
Statues is gonna knock you down
It's sad to recognize these statues as
Your parents
Now listen to your heart
And whistle from far
Away.
You're feeling okay.
You'll never obey...
Everyday
Is the day of your last prepares.
Now everything is like a dream,
You appear in my dreams,
Singing our songs.
