Текст песни Motionless (Manus Bell) с переводом

I’m thinking of leaving, foreseeing the next call

Will end up in screaming, I hang up the phone as I start believing

That I’m dreaming she couldn’t be real, looks like an angel, feels like a demon

Yet I don’t know whether to believe what I’m feeling

What I’m seeing is one of the most astonishing beings provoking emotion

Deceiving the meaning of life the reason to fight in search of freedom

Yet I don’t feel free, I can’t control my breathing

My hearts empty, I’m internally bleeding

Eternally grieving, fall to the mercy of furious speaking, looking for workers

But we’re human beings exceeding the clarity question of reason

I’ve been trying the healing, I don’t find it relieving

The scratch at the back of my neck is a pain in my head and it’s only increasing

There’s one or two things to do, I could declare myself beaten

Or stick with my fantasy version of you as I hopefully keep on achieving

But the battles I’m facing are making me able to cope with the treason

Killing the middle men only to bring them into an abyss of the memories we win

I see the blood dripping

I see the blood dripping down your face

I wish there was something that I could do

I wish there was something that I could say

‘Cause I see the blood dripping

Down your face

Beautiful isn’t she?

Or so it would seem

Making you feel the divinity

Or at least she could be

So many attempting to take the control of her

When she just wants to be set free

So many men becoming enemies

Over what could have been giving them empathy

But they all got plenty

Probably more than you and I will ever know

But their thoughts are empty

Looking for the things in people that come and go

An open mind

Can be a remedy whenever it comes to an overload

But they keep on thinking that

We can solve any problem just by sending another boat From the get-go,

heck don’t get broke

Let those tectonic plates echo

In the middle of a meadow, earthquake

Oh oh, fuck it just make another ghetto

But I can hear the kettle screaming

The water be boiling, there’s damp on my ceiling

It’s getting worse, it’s like a curse

Don’t have anything to believe in

Lately I’ve been thinking whether I should have let go

A long time ago, back when I was broke

People keep telling me you looking better, B

Giving me respect like never before

I’m sick of this tendency, superficial friends

Will fuck off as soon as they enter the door

Looking for these women digging for the gold

Hanging with your homie, dealing all the blow

But I’m beginning to be in a bit of a

Particular type of situation thinking as I go

Overanalyze everything I’m told

See me in disguise, tell me what you know

Hold up, I just wanna be able to know ya

I just wanna be able to bring an opinion

Pull it back a millennium

Never think of a million in a coma

We ended up paying for whatever they used

They said we could become whatever we wanted to

But there’s no truth in a broke suit, so

Keep having your fun but just know that I’m on to you

On your tip-toes

Reaching for the blue sky

Sweet and sour

Never ask the question why…

Every time a siren passes by me

I get paranoia like when some people high

I can’t help imagine what could happen

What if it was me they were coming for this time?

Open to the world, motionless

Woke up from a dream feeling terrified

I said I needed more, just like I did before

But you seem to ignore all of this

Open to the world, motionless

Woke up from a dream feeling terrified

I said I needed more, just like I did before

But you seem to ignore all of this