Émilie Simon - Ferraille Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Scrap Metal

What use are they to me,
My hydrangeas, my primroses, my long ivy vines?
What can I do about it?
I leave them there, to rust on the ground...
What's left?
A bit of pistil, my rose petals,
aren't very many things, your love...
what do you want me to do about it...
 
I left flowers aplenty,
to wilt away on a scrap metal heart, it makes the flowers age badly...
I left flowers aplenty,
to wilt away on a scrap metal heart, it makes the flowers age badly...
 
What use are they to me,
Me hydrangeas, my primroses, my long ivy vines?
What can I do about it?
I leave them there, to rust on the ground...
 
I left flowers aplenty,
to wilt away on a scrap metal heart, it makes the flowers age badly...
I left flowers aplenty,
to wilt away on a scrap metal heart, it makes the flowers age badly...
And your heart in a saddlebag, what do you want me to do about it?
 
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