Текст песни Virtue (Samy Osta) с переводом

Confession sounds like braggish eyes

Give away a prize

I can feel the rising tide

Self loathing that underlies

All your sympathetic smiles

And all your shallow lies

It’s too late to disguise or hide

And you make a virtue of your vices

Don’t give me that knowing look

I’m not your friend

Do you understand?

You must be so proud of the silence of your conscience sometimes

Despair in your eyes tries to tell me you’re a good man

That you remember as a child

How everybody used to love you

I do believe you

But what can I do?

You, who brags about your vices

Don’t give me that knowing look

I’m not your friend

Do you understand?

And you make a virtue of your vices

Don’t give me that knowing look

I’m not your friend

Do you understand?

And you make a virtue of your vices

Don’t give me that knowing look

I’m not your friend

Do you understand?

Перевод песни Virtue