Перевод песни Wade Anthony Bronson – Not a Saint

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A house made of ice, windows black as sin
Hell is not what you think it is
It’s cold, and dark my friend
And if you knock on the door quiet enough
They just might let you in.
If you don’t mind what you’ve heard so far
Then please, open the door!
I am not a saint
And I don’t claim to be!
Cut me, lock me up, and send me on my way!
What if you had no love?
What if you couldn’t hold on?
For just another day, just another day
How could you breathe?!
A ghost in the night.
Memories looking glim.
Heavy eyes from a night of tries
Attempts at making trends
A life full of trust, compassion, and hope
The drugs just can’t ease the pain.
If you truly believe in the way of your life
Then please, come meet your demise!
I am not a saint!
And I don’t claim to be!
Cut me, lock me up, and send me on my way!
What if you had no love?
What if you couldn’t hold on.
For just another day, just another day
How could you breathe?!
What if you had no soul?
What if you had no hope
For just another day, just another day
How could you breathe?
No more pain, to suffer
I am searching
Can’t bring myself to lose again
The way that I lost you before!
I feel you from the inside
Embracing you from all sides!
A story told as you hide.
And me, holding you up!
No. more. pain
To suffer I am searching
Can’t bring myself to lose again.
The way that I lost you. before
I feel you on the inside.
Embracing you from all sides.
A story told as you hide.
And me.
What if you had no love?!
What if you couldn’t hold on
For just another day, just another day
How could you breathe?
What if you had no soul?
What if you had no hope
For just another day, just another day
How could you breathe?!
No. more. pain.
To suffer I am searching.