[Intro:]
[Âñòóïëåíèå:]
Now I lay me down to sleep
Êîãäà ñåé÷àñ â êðîâàòü ëîæóñü,
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
Òî ÿ Ãîñïîäó ìîëþñü,
If I shall die before I 'wake
À íå ïðîñíóñü ÿ ïîóòðó,
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
Ïóñòü äóøó ïðèìåò Îí ìîþ. 1
[Chorus:]
[Ïðèïåâ:]
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
ß âåäó ó÷¸ò òîìó, êàê ìîÿ æèçíü ëåòèò ê ÷åðòÿì!
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
Ìíå íóæíî óçíàòü, êàêîå îðóæèå åñòü ó ìåíÿ â ãîëîâå!
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Ëþäè íåñóò õ**íü, íî ìíå îíà êàæäûé ðàç íðàâèòñÿ,
And I realize
È ÿ ïîíèìàþ...
[Verse 1:]
[Êóïëåò 1:]
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
ß ïîïðîáîâàëà êðîâü, è îíà ñëàäêàÿ,
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
Ó ìåíÿ âûáèëè ïî÷âó èç-ïîä íîã,
I've trusted lies and trusted men
ß âåðèëà ëæè è âåðèëà ìóæ÷èíàì,
Broke down and put myself back together again
Íàäîðâàëàñü, íî ñíîâà ñîáðàëàñü ñ ñèëàìè.
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
Çàãëÿíóëà â çåðêàëî è ðàçáèëà åãî êóëàêîì,
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
Ñîáðàëà îñêîëêè è âûáðàëà îäèí ïîîñòðåå,
I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
Ïðîòêíóëà ñåáå êîæó ìåæäó ïàëüöàìè,
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
Æàëü, íå ïîëó÷èòñÿ îòðåçàòü ëèøíåå íîæíèöàìè.
[Pre-Chorus:]
[Ðàñïåâêà:]
"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
«Íó æå, äàìî÷êà, óëûáíèòåñü íàì!»
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
Íåò, ìíå íå èç-çà ÷åãî óëûáàòüñÿ,
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
Äà è íåêîìó, ìíå ïðèøëîñü æäàòü
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
Âîçìîæíîñòè çàÿâèòü, ÷òî íè ôèãà ÿ âàì íå äîëæíà!
[Chorus:]
[Ïðèïåâ:]
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
ß âåäó ó÷¸ò òîìó, êàê ìîÿ æèçíü ëåòèò ê ÷åðòÿì!
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
Ìíå íóæíî óçíàòü, êàêîå îðóæèå åñòü ó ìåíÿ â ãîëîâå!
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Ëþäè íåñóò õ**íü, íî ìíå îíà êàæäûé ðàç íðàâèòñÿ,
And I realize
È ÿ ïîíèìàþ:
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
ß íå ñëàäêèé ñîí, à æóòêàÿ íî÷ü.
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
ß íå ñëàäêèé ñîí, à ñòðàøíàÿ íî÷ü.
[Verse 2:]
[Êóïëåò 2:]
No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
Íåò, ÿ íå áóäó óëûáàòüñÿ, çàòî ïîêàæó âàì çóáû,
And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
ß ðàçðåøó âàì âûñêàçàòüñÿ, åñëè âû äàäèòå ìíå âçäîõíóòü,
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
ß âåæëèâà, íî íèêîãäà íå ïîçâîëþ
Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed
Ìóæ÷èíå óêàçûâàòü, ÷òî ìíå äåëàòü â ïîñòåëè.
Keep my exes in check in my basement
Âñå ìîè áûâøèå õðàíÿòñÿ â ïîäâàëå,
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
Ïîòîìó ÷òî äîáðîòà ýòî ñëàáîñòü, èëè, ÷òî åù¸ õóæå, òû ñàìîäîâîëüíûé,
I could play nice or I could be a bully
ß ìîãëà áû áûòü ïàèíüêîé èëè ïðåâðàòèòüñÿ â çàäèðó,
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
ß óñòàëà è ðàçîçëèëîñü, íî êòî-òî æå äîëæåí áûòü òàêèì.
[Pre-Chorus:]
[Ðàñïåâêà:]
"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
«Íó æå, äàìî÷êà, óëûáíèòåñü íàì!»
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
Íåò, ìíå íå èç-çà ÷åãî óëûáàòüñÿ,
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
Äà è íåêîìó, ìíå ïðèøëîñü æäàòü
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
Âîçìîæíîñòè çàÿâèòü, ÷òî íè ôèãà ÿ âàì íå äîëæíà!
[Chorus:]
[Ïðèïåâ:]
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
ß âåäó ó÷¸ò òîìó, êàê ìîÿ æèçíü ëåòèò ê ÷åðòÿì!
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
Ìíå íóæíî óçíàòü, êàêîå îðóæèå åñòü ó ìåíÿ â ãîëîâå!
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Ëþäè íåñóò õ**íü, íî ìíå îíà êàæäûé ðàç íðàâèòñÿ,
And I realize
È ÿ ïîíèìàþ...
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
ß âåäó ó÷¸ò òîìó, êàê ìîÿ æèçíü ëåòèò ê ÷åðòÿì!
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
Ìíå íóæíî óçíàòü, êàêîå îðóæèå åñòü ó ìåíÿ â ãîëîâå!
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Ëþäè íåñóò õ**íü, íî ìíå îíà êàæäûé ðàç íðàâèòñÿ,
And I realize
È ÿ ïîíèìàþ...
[Bridge:]
[Ñâÿçêà:]
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
Òàêàÿ, êàê ÿ, ìîæåò ñòàòü íàñòîÿùèì êîøìàðîì, ÿ â êóðñå,
But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
Íî ëó÷øå ÿ áóäó íàñòîÿùèì êîøìàðîì, ÷åì óìðó çàñòèãíóòîé âðàñïëîõ, äà,
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
Òàêàÿ, êàê ÿ, ìîæåò ñòàòü íàñòîÿùèì êîøìàðîì, ÿ â êóðñå,
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers
Íî ÿ ðàäà áûòü íàñòîÿùèì êîøìàðîì, òàê ÷òî ïðèáåðåãèòå ñâîè ìîëèòâû.
[Chorus:]
[Ïðèïåâ:]
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
ß âåäó ó÷¸ò òîìó, êàê ìîÿ æèçíü ëåòèò ê ÷åðòÿì!
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
Ìíå íóæíî óçíàòü, êàêîå îðóæèå åñòü ó ìåíÿ â ãîëîâå!
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Ëþäè íåñóò õ**íü, íî ìíå îíà êàæäûé ðàç íðàâèòñÿ,
And I realize
È ÿ ïîíèìàþ...
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
ß âåäó ó÷¸ò òîìó, êàê ìîÿ æèçíü ëåòèò ê ÷åðòÿì!
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
Ìíå íóæíî óçíàòü, êàêîå îðóæèå åñòü ó ìåíÿ â ãîëîâå!
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Ëþäè íåñóò õ**íü, íî ìíå îíà êàæäûé ðàç íðàâèòñÿ,
And I realize
È ÿ ïîíèìàþ:
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
ß íå ñëàäêèé ñîí, à æóòêàÿ íî÷ü,
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
ß íå ñëàäêèé ñîí, à ñòðàøíàÿ íî÷ü.
1 Àíãëèéñêàÿ äåòñêàÿ ìîëèòâà ïåðåä ñíîì, èçâåñòíàÿ ñ XVIII âåêà. Äàííûé âàðèàíò áûë âïåðâûå îïóáëèêîâàí â áóêâàðå The New England Primer.
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