Перевод песни Thursday – Jet Black New Year
Работает на технологии Яндекс.Переводчика
Don"t even take a breath The air is cut with cyanide In honor of the New Year The press gives us cause to celebrate: These air raid sirens Flood barbed wire skylines By artificial night, As we sleep to burn the red From our bloodless lives. Tonight we"re all time bombs on fault lines. Have we lost everything now? We"re walking like each other"s ghosts Around these silent streets (the sedatives tell you everything is alright) Like calendars dying at New Year"s Eve parties As we kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last Jet Black — the ink that spells your name Jet Black — The blood that"s in your veins We say, «How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?» There"s music playing But we dance to the beat Of our own black hearts And draw diagrams Of suicide on each other"s wrists Then trace them with razorblades Fire to flames «Strike Match.» Burn these words from our lips As «The Daggar"screams «Love is dead» and it"s a «newspaper tragedy,» Have we lost what we love? Hav e we said everything? Does it change anything? Stare at the clock Avoid at all costs, This emptiness. Ten seconds left until midnight nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye eight faces turned away from the shock: seven windows and six of them were locked five stories falling forever and ever three cheers to the mirror now there are two of us can we have one last dance? How long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?