28.04.2024
Jonne Aaron - Sydämen äänet Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
The sounds of the heart
The sounds of the heart.
I'm starving, I've eaten nails
tried to act like I wasn't there
hammered rusty nails into the walls,
breathe, live one day at a time.
I'm thirsty, I drank coffee
too strong, black, bitter,
would come home bringing sorrows.
Why not reel them in?
And now I ask directly,
rarely directly:
Where silence descends upon us,
there the hearts are bent into shape.
I hear the sounds of the heart,
you won't stay by my side anymore.
What was made whole breaks.
Where silence descends upon us,
there the hearts are bent into shape.
I hear the sounds of the heart,
you won't stay by my side anymore.
What was made whole breaks.
The sounds of the heart.
I've tried to tighten my belt,
feed our love to the reef,
pressed for a long day, overtime,
tried to handle the bills one at a time.
Our love is like an arrow shot,
which cannot hit on the board.
Slowly, something inside us died.
Now we'll be left lying in the fire together.
When I fall next to you in the dark,
you repeat his name.
Where silence descends upon us,
there the hearts are bent into shape.
I hear the sounds of the heart,
you won't stay by my side anymore.
What was made whole breaks.
Where silence descends upon us,
there the hearts are bent into shape.
I hear the sounds of the heart,
you won't stay by my side anymore.
What was made whole breaks.
The sounds of the heart.
Where silence descends upon us,
there the hearts are bent into shape.
I hear the sounds of the heart,
you won't stay by my side anymore.
What was made whole breaks.
Silence descends upon us,
hearts are curved into shape.
I hear the sounds of the heart,
you won't stay by my side anymore
What was made whole breaks.
Heart sounds, heart sounds,
heart sounds, heart sounds.
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