I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
A porta vai abrir
Já sinto até seu cheiro, você vai subir
Parar em frente ao espelho
Arrumar o cabelo e vir em minha direção
Uma vez por semana
No mesmo endereço e na mesma cama a gente se encontra
O desejo toma conta, sem juízo, sem razão
Ahh, eu quero tanto esse amor
Ahh, é impossível controlar
Será que você volta ou eu vou te buscar
Uma vez por semana só pra mim não dá
Tá sobrando amor, porque não vem morar aqui?
Será que você volta ou eu vou te buscar
Uma vez por semana só pra mim não dá
Tá sobrando amor, e eu tô te esperando aqui
Em 3, 2, 1
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Eh eh oh eh oh eh oh eh oh eh oh eh oh
Перевод песни Pompeii / 3,2,1
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept тамблинг вниз
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Дверь откроет
Уже чувствую даже ее запах, вы будете подниматься
Остановить перед зеркалом
Уложить волосы и прийти в мою сторону
Один раз в неделю
В тот же адрес, и в одной кровати с нами лежит
Желание овладевает, без суда, без причины
Ах, я хочу, так это любовь
Ах, это невозможно контролировать
Ли вы обратно или я буду тебя искать
Раз в неделю только у меня не дает
Тут осталось любви, потому что не приходит жить здесь?
Ли вы обратно или я буду тебя искать
Раз в неделю только у меня не дает
Тут осталось любви, и я никогда тебя ждут здесь
В 3, 2, 1
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Eh eh oh eh oh eh oh eh oh eh oh eh oh
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