07.05.2024
Natálie Grossová - V této chvíli Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
In this moment
At last Earth, sky, glitter, glisten, naturalistic seaside,
I lose sea beyond,
It seems like dream and I fly away on my wings in it,
How to conjure first step up in this moment?
Maybe I am closer to vocation,
I try to stand up, but I have my legs are like in chains,
Go, friend!
Go, go! She got ensnare
C'mon, overstate motor!
What's going on?
Who is she?
She got ensnared into fishnet.
Is she okay? Anyway, she survaviled, but she will on inflammation. She doesnt voice at all.
She lived out devilish misfire.
It glisters glamorous in violence of flames like a propulsion.
I wanna touch them, anyway and why does vividness disappoint me?
I should get my fingers burnt possibly in this moment,
And it should lead me and you to vocation.
Everything glistens, so who's to blame?
I feel here like a fish out of water,
I wanna to get somewhere, but I have my legs are like in chains,
Yikes! Gosh!
So come, I implent you up there, we wash and
dress you.
So, little by little, over time,
Doesnt she confer whatsoever?
And you wonder, Rose?
Do you know, what did she relive?
And its miracle, that she is over worse.
And her mind is elsewhere.
That needs a soap and a brush and she will be vivid!
We should be a sufficient mouthful to eat
For everyone,
you are protected, livid woman.
Why does
Where should I come into my own?
A soap, here you are, flavours, doesnt it?
But not, milksop, she starves.
Rose, going for some food and implement it sooner more than she eat the brush up.
Yes, I already dash.
crowd into your shoes and you tighten your corselet, so that it is bursting at the seams.
You must move with the times and summon vision, that you wanna be stylish,
That is something.
Two disillusions in a week.
Prince Eric looking for her, who saved him all the times.
So along as he search her, he doesnt wither up.
Be here, go and get a prince.
On one of those vocations, of
There are only a few steps left,
Yo know, he come alone with you,
And then he step inside,
Naturally he know long since, what I wanna to vocalize,
I am sorry about it, what's the matter with you.
Whats your name?
She doesnt vocalize, sir.
Is...
We are glad, that she overlived.
Got a place to live?
Family?
That way you stay here.
Whether you want.
Make sure she has everything she needs.
Yes, Grace.
Let you take your breather, sir.
At last I understand the tax, which cannot be dismissed anymore,
Why am Im gropping for voicelessness and doesnt your palm want to carressmy my palm?
Solicitousness is s more than I can tolerate,
more than three you scupper me like undersea current.
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