Текст песни Nina Hagen - Born To Die In Berlin
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Junkies, whores and pimps Devils around my bed There is no choice and no difference And no one seems to notice Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel like I just can't win Sometimes I feel like I was born To die in your arm in Berlin Intoxicated by the orchids Abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine for communion Because my soul was burning Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel like I just cant win Sometimes I feel like I was born To die in your arm in Berlin Stranded in the sweet windings Breathing the pale moon silver Tasting the last drops of life From a sweet transvestite's lips Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel like I just can't win Sometimes I feel like I was born To die in your arm in Berlin Перевод: Наркоманы, проститутки и сутенеры Бесы вокруг моей постели Здесь нет другого выбора, и никакой разницы, И кажется, никто не заметил Иногда мне кажется, кричать Иногда я чувствую, что я просто не могу победить Иногда я чувствую, как я родился Умереть в вашей руке в Берлине Опьяненные орхидей Оставленные в саду Требуя морфина для общения Потому что моя душа горела Иногда мне кажется, кричать Иногда я чувствую, что я просто не могу победить Иногда я чувствую, как я родился Умереть в вашей руке в Берлине Мель в сладкой обмотки Дыхание бледный серебряной луны Дегустация последние капли жизни От сладкого трансвестит губы Иногда мне кажется, кричать Иногда я чувствую, что я просто не могу победить Иногда я чувствую, как я родился Умереть в вашей руке в Берлине |
Junkies, whores and pimps
Devils around my bed
There is no choice and no difference
And no one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Intoxicated by the orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine for communion
Because my soul was burning
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just cant win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
Stranded in the sweet windings
Breathing the pale moon silver
Tasting the last drops of life
From a sweet transvestite's lips
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arm in Berlin
translation:
Drug addicts, prostitutes and pimps
Demons around my bed
There is no other choice , and no difference
And no one seems to have noticed
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel that I just can not win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
Die in your hand in Berlin
intoxicated by the orchids
Left in the garden
Requiring morphine for communication
Because my soul is burned
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel that I just can not win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
Die in your hand in Berlin
Stranded in the sweet winding
Breathing pale silver moon
Tasting the last drops of life
From sweet transvestite lips
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel that I just can not win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
Die in your hand in Berlin