Текст песни 38 Minutes (Skinny Lister) с переводом

I got a text in the coffee shop, it read «You're gonna die!»

I said «Throw at me all you’ve got» as I throw my hands to the sky

People running for cover, throwing their kids down the manholes

But there’s nowhere to run here, no there’s nowhere to go

This is not a drill, this is not a drill

Running for the hills, this is not a drill

Coming for the kill, this is not a drill

Crack open your Hibiki whiskey, we’re gonna go out in style

One last moment together, one last chance to get wild

Phone up my friends and my family

«You know that I love you I’m sorry»

And I pray to a God I never believed in until now

This is not a drill, this is not a drill

Running for the hills, this is not a drill

Coming for the kill, this is not a drill

One, two, three, four!

Thirty-Eight minutes, Thirty-Eight minutes

Thirty-Eight minutes, we looked it in the eye (This is not a drill)

Thirty-Eight minutes (This is not a drill)

Thirty-Eight minutes, (This is not a drill)

Thirty-Eight minutes, we looked it in the eye

This is not a drill

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