Текст песни Beautiful Phones (Thomas Bartlett) с переводом

I am fucking vile

And I do behave so

This is not a game

This is not a misunderstanding

I want to see it burn

Too many kinks in this hose

And be reforged in the fire

All this wet poetry

To dry prose

I will not atone

For the sins of another

These beautiful phones

I leave at your alter

We take our meals in silence

All these noises sound the same

Come on help me out

Are these moans of ecstasy

Or cries of despair?

I am fucking vile

And I do behave so

This is not a game

This is not a misunderstanding

I will not atone

For the sins of another

These beautiful phones

I leave at your alter

We take our meals in silence

All these noises sound the same

Come on help me out

Are these moans of ecstasy

Or cries of despair?

Many rivers never make it

Some don’t even try

I will not atone

For the sins of another

These beautiful phones

I leave at your alter

We take our meals in silence

All these noises sound the same

Come on help me out

Are these moans of ecstasy

Or cries of despair?

Despair

Come on help me out

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