Текст песни Mute (Club Night) с переводом

It is strange, the sound of your own voice

Bleating out against the wind

I hope the sad buzzards don’t notice our death

The years they have made a mess

What is the animal

I think nothing only haste

Someone leans over

To throw dirt in my open grave

A half million dead drunks

Can’t seem to teach us a single thing

I’ll admit I lie and I destroy

I’m the buzz of every fly

I’m pretty sure it gets worse

But I know that I’ve been wrong before

Sleeping in a bed of horsehair

Starving

Yeah we wanted it all

And we fall like ribbons

Who lust with a vague sense of purpose

Yeah we wanted it all

Unravel your tears onto my breast bone

Yeah we wanted it all

The sound of your own voice

Bleating out against the wind

The years they make no sense

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