Текст песни Vinyl Williams - Object Of The Source
- Исполнитель: Vinyl Williams
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Probably searching for me, yeah? Man in the cloak making gold out thereAre you stigmatized at the altar, baby? Oh, the headhunter
Count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers
Repent your belief, the object of the source, it's all turning around again
To count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers
Who could ever stop me? Who could ever stop me?
Who could ever stop me? Who?
ПЕРЕВОД
Вероятно, ты ищешь меня, да? Человек в плаще делает там золото.
Разве тебе позорно стоять у алтаря, детка? О, ты головорез...
Подсчитай все слова, находящиеся между нами,
Это и будет благословением от турбулентности.
А это магнитное поле, оно опять реально? Наши глаза готовы
Увидеть, как закрывается трубопровод? Окрашенные мечтатели...
Покайся своей вере, объекту источника, все смотрят на тебя.
Поэтому подсчитай все слова, находящиеся между нами,
Это и будет благословением от турбулентности.
А это магнитное поле, оно опять реально? Наши глаза готовы
Увидеть, как закрывается трубопровод? Окрашенные мечтатели...
Кто бы мог остановить меня? Кто бы мог остановить меня?
Кто бы мог остановить меня? Кто?
Перевод песни
Probably searching for me, yeah? Man in the cloak making gold out thereAre you stigmatized at the altar, baby? Oh, the headhunter
Count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers
Repent your belief, the object of the source, it's all turning around again
To count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers
Who could ever stop me? Who could ever stop me?
Who could ever stop me? Who?
TRANSFER
You are probably looking for me, right? The man in the cloak makes gold there.
Is it a shame for you to stand at the altar, baby? Oh, you thug ...
Count all the words between us
This will be the blessing of the turbulence.
And this magnetic field, is it real again? Our eyes are ready
See the pipeline shut down? Painted dreamers ...
Repent to your faith, the source object, everyone is looking at you.
So count all the words between us
This will be the blessing of the turbulence.
And this magnetic field, is it real again? Our eyes are ready
See the pipeline shut down? Painted dreamers ...
Who could stop me? Who could stop me?
Who could stop me? Who!