Перевод песни The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up – Heart My Home

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A silver mirror that's flaking to black
He sees more than he gives back
And all his bad intentions turn to birds
They flock to him like st. Francis in his garden
An audience that can't and won't react
I feel their glassy eyes on my back
They say «we'll make your heart.»
They say «we'll make your heart.»
They say «we'll make your heart our home.»
A blood disease that carries me A new unease that drives me into your arms calling your favors
And all these bad intentions turn to birds
They flock to me like devils on my shoulders
An audience that chooses not to react
You feel my glassy eyes on your back
No, i'll make your heart
No, i'll make your heart
No, i'll make your heart
No, i'll make your heart
No, i'll make your heart
No, i'll make your heart
No, i'll make your heart my home