Tristana
Sad she's prepared for all Nothing, or all In the round of madmen, she cries gently Love killed the words that can touch her Touch her Against your mouth she wants to be laid out Sad she's pulling a face Front of her mirror With heart blow embraces, shadow passing Nothing will ever efface the traces, coward Of blood flowing, of bodies breaking Farewell Tristana Your heart got the cold Farewell Tristana God just gave it up Oh please let her go Oh please let her die And do not say it Tristana it's me So sad fate Tristana You know, believe Three little rounds she leaves Life is that way The most nice days are ending in pain Hate Why do we have to pay with our veins Farewell Tristana Your heart got the cold Farewell Tristana God just gave it up Oh please let her go Oh please let her die And do not say it Tristana it's me Другие переводы Tristana. |
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