Текст песни Blood Red (The Colorist & Emiliana Torrini) с переводом

I want to cut in red

Without a roof

Blood red

Goes so fast

My lipstick runs

Down river

Instead I stay a while longer

I feel so restricted

I know too much

I’m so affected

The winding hours

Belong to strangers

This low

This low

Oh, count the days and mountains

That you’re wasting lazily around abandoned

Mind your head, you‘re so cut off

I see the sea the scene is running free — You don’t know that

You sang this whole evening

I believed in this song

Oh, this song is like a breeze is coming

I want to be in your bed

Against your skin

Where sun spills and move like currents and wild storms down rivers

Oh, count the days and mountains

That you’re wasting lazily around abandoned

Oh oh

Mind your head, you’re so cut up

I see the scene is running free — you don’t know that

You sang this whole evening

I believed in this song

Oh, this song is like a breeze is coming

Candles burn and golden plates

You’re the oil I’m the flame

I’m alive and night coarse

Stars align, my mind roars…

Oh, Oh…

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