Текст песни Cold War (Georgia Fields) с переводом

I stare at the Bible black bitumen

I keep finding pieces of you in my handbag

The memories, like treasure maps, take me back

To headlines on bedroom walls

And we sure knew how to put the fun in dysfunctionality

Now you spread yourself so thin

I can see right through

Your heart is hard like day old pita

Oh please, darling, don’t get bitter

The hatchet is buried, the jury’s still out

And the distance between us is smiling

Hold my breath and count to ten

Your finger is pointing in your self-righteous silence

I’ve been waiting in the wings for far too long

Been playing second fiddle, the piggy in the middle

Cross my heart and hope to die

I’m not the consolation prize

Your heart is hard like day old pita

Oh please, darling, don’t get bitter

The hatchet is buried, the jury’s still out

And the distance between us is smiling

What you say, it doesn’t make

It doesn’t make a damn lick of difference

I’m a glittery circus girl walking the wire

And I’m throwing a party on our funeral pire

These little boulders you hold on your shoulders

Are dragging you down and they’re taking me with you

I don’t want in this Cold War

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