Текст песни Marilyn Manson - Putting Holes In Happiness
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Небо было светловолосым как онаЭто был день, чтобы забрать дитя
Назад и пристрелить его
Я должен был похоронить всех своих мертвых
Впереди в её верхней части кладбища
У нее было грязное колдовское слово
Я был в глубине её кожи
Тогда, это было похоже на одну автомобильную аварию
Но я знал, что это была неприятная трагедия
Чтобы заставить крошечное удовлетворение исчезнуть
Задуй свечи
По всем моим франкенштейнам
По крайней мере, мое желание умереть осуществится
Ты будешь на вкус как Валентин
Мы кричим
Ты как день рождения
Я должен был выбрать фотографию
Она бы просуществовала дольше, чем ты
Забывая о былом счастье
Мы нарисуем будущее чёрным
Если ему будет нужен какой-то цвет
Мой смертный приговор – это история
Кто будет копать, когда ты, наконец, позволишь мне умереть?
Роман твоего убийства
Если ты будешь Бонни, то я буду твоим Клайдом
Но здесь трава более зелёная
И я могу видеть всех твоих змей
Ты носишь свои руины хорошо
Пожалуйста, убеги со мной в ад
Задуй свечи
По всем моим франкенштейнам
По крайней мере, мое желание умереть осуществится
Ты будешь на вкус как Валентин
Мы кричим
Ты как день рождения
Я должен был выбрать фотографию
Она бы просуществовала дольше, чем ты
Putting Holes in Happiness
The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine’s and
We cry,
You’re like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Putting holes in happiness.
We’ll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is now a story
Who’ll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you’re Bonnie, I’ll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine’s and
We cry,
You’re like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you. × 3
Перевод песни
The sky was blonde like herIt was a day to pick up a child
Back and shoot him
I had to bury all my dead
Ahead in its upper part of the cemetery
She had a dirty witchcraft word
I was deep in her skin
Then, it was like one car accident
But I knew it was an unpleasant tragedy
To make tiny satisfaction disappear
Blow out the candles
For all my frankenstein
At least my desire to die will come true
You will taste like Valentine
We scream
You're like a birthday
I had to choose a photo
She would have lasted longer than you
Forgetting past happiness
We will draw the future in black
If he needs some color
My death sentence is a story
Who will dig when you finally let me die?
The novel of your murder
If you will be Bonnie, then I will be your Clyde
But here the grass is more green
And I can see all your snakes
You wear your ruins well
Please run away to hell with me
Blow out the candles
For all my frankenstein
At least my desire to die will come true
You will taste like Valentine
We scream
You're like a birthday
I had to choose a photo
She would have lasted longer than you
Putting Holes in Happiness
The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine’s and
We cry,
You’re like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Putting holes in happiness.
We’ll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is now a story
Who’ll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you’re Bonnie, I’ll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine’s and
We cry,
You’re like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you. × 3