Текст песни Poets Of The Fall - Smoke and Mirrors
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I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
But there was no harmony there
No reason for coexistence
Nothing to span the distance, now
Do we even know who we are
Living like all life is forfeit
Like we can just go redefine it
Regardless what we broke
Who died and made us stars
With our intellectual gambits
Our millionaire flair and our antics
We're like mirrors seen through smoke
I tried a shanty with the fool to find our pace
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
But there was no loyalty to hope
And funny the need for mercy
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Do we even know who we are...
Now the melody's void of sympathy
cos that shit's in byte size bits on YouTube
so tell me what am I supposed to do
When the malady's no remedy
Till we reach the lowest absolute
And necessity will finally force something through what's walling you
Do we even know who we are...
Пыль в глаза
Я танцую танго с гордостью, присущей юности.
Мы несемся по сцене за субъективной истиной.
Но в ней нет гармонии,
Условий сосуществования,
И уже не к чему стремиться.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?
Проживаем жизнь, словно глобальный штраф.
Как будто мы способны пересмотреть ее
Независимо от того, каких дров наломаем.
Кто умер и превратился в звезду,
С нашей демонстрацией интеллекта,
С талантами на миллион, с нашими выходками?
Мы лишь ложные отражения сквозь дым, пыль себе в глаза.
Я пытался ютиться с глупцом, чтобы поймать общий ритм.
Пробовал его понты, приколы, учился шагать в ногу.
Но в этом не было ничего святого.
И тем смешнее потребность в жалости,
Как это побуждает нас источать жалость.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?...
Теперь мелодия лишена всякой прелести,
Поскольку эта мерзость в байтах задвинет YouTube.
Так скажите мне, что я должен делать,
Когда против болезни нет таблетки,
Покуда мы не достигнем предельно понятных истин,
И потребности столкнуться с чем-то,
Что противостоит нам.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?...
We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
But there was no harmony there
No reason for coexistence
Nothing to span the distance, now
Do we even know who we are
Living like all life is forfeit
Like we can just go redefine it
Regardless what we broke
Who died and made us stars
With our intellectual gambits
Our millionaire flair and our antics
We're like mirrors seen through smoke
I tried a shanty with the fool to find our pace
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
But there was no loyalty to hope
And funny the need for mercy
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Do we even know who we are...
Now the melody's void of sympathy
cos that shit's in byte size bits on YouTube
so tell me what am I supposed to do
When the malady's no remedy
Till we reach the lowest absolute
And necessity will finally force something through what's walling you
Do we even know who we are...
Пыль в глаза
Я танцую танго с гордостью, присущей юности.
Мы несемся по сцене за субъективной истиной.
Но в ней нет гармонии,
Условий сосуществования,
И уже не к чему стремиться.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?
Проживаем жизнь, словно глобальный штраф.
Как будто мы способны пересмотреть ее
Независимо от того, каких дров наломаем.
Кто умер и превратился в звезду,
С нашей демонстрацией интеллекта,
С талантами на миллион, с нашими выходками?
Мы лишь ложные отражения сквозь дым, пыль себе в глаза.
Я пытался ютиться с глупцом, чтобы поймать общий ритм.
Пробовал его понты, приколы, учился шагать в ногу.
Но в этом не было ничего святого.
И тем смешнее потребность в жалости,
Как это побуждает нас источать жалость.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?...
Теперь мелодия лишена всякой прелести,
Поскольку эта мерзость в байтах задвинет YouTube.
Так скажите мне, что я должен делать,
Когда против болезни нет таблетки,
Покуда мы не достигнем предельно понятных истин,
И потребности столкнуться с чем-то,
Что противостоит нам.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?...
I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
We swept across the dance floor
But there was no harmony there
No reason for coexistence
Nothing to span the distance now
Do we even know who we are
Living like all life is forfeit
Like we can just go redefine it
Regardless what we broke
Who died and made us stars
With our intellectual gambits
Our millionaire flair and our antics
We're like mirrors seen through smoke
I tried a shanty with our fool to find our pace
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
But there was no loyalty to hope
And funny the need for mercy
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Do we even know who we are ...
Now the melody's void of sympathy
cos that shit in byte size bits on YouTube
so tell me what am i supposed to do
When the malady's no remedy
Till we reach the lowest absolute
You need something through
Do we even know who we are ...
Dust in the eyes
I dance tango with pride in my youth.
We rush on the stage for the subjective truth.
But there is no harmony in it
Terms of coexistence
And there is nothing to strive for.
Do we even imagine who we are?
We live life like a global fine.
As if we are able to revise it
No matter what kind of firewood we break.
Who died and turned into a star
With our demonstration of intelligence,
With talents in a million, with our antics?
We are only false reflections through the smoke, dust in our eyes.
I tried to play around with a fool to catch a common rhythm.
I tried his show off, jokes, learned to walk in the leg.
But there was nothing sacred about it.
And the funnier is the need for pity,
How this causes us to exude pity.
Do we even imagine who we are? ...
Now the melody is devoid of all charms,
Because this abomination in bytes will push YouTube.
So tell me what I have to do,
When there is no pill against the disease,
Until we reach the utmost understandable truths,
And the need to face something,
What confronts us.
Do we even imagine who we are? ...
We swept across the dance floor
But there was no harmony there
No reason for coexistence
Nothing to span the distance now
Do we even know who we are
Living like all life is forfeit
Like we can just go redefine it
Regardless what we broke
Who died and made us stars
With our intellectual gambits
Our millionaire flair and our antics
We're like mirrors seen through smoke
I tried a shanty with our fool to find our pace
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
But there was no loyalty to hope
And funny the need for mercy
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Do we even know who we are ...
Now the melody's void of sympathy
cos that shit in byte size bits on YouTube
so tell me what am i supposed to do
When the malady's no remedy
Till we reach the lowest absolute
You need something through
Do we even know who we are ...
Dust in the eyes
I dance tango with pride in my youth.
We rush on the stage for the subjective truth.
But there is no harmony in it
Terms of coexistence
And there is nothing to strive for.
Do we even imagine who we are?
We live life like a global fine.
As if we are able to revise it
No matter what kind of firewood we break.
Who died and turned into a star
With our demonstration of intelligence,
With talents in a million, with our antics?
We are only false reflections through the smoke, dust in our eyes.
I tried to play around with a fool to catch a common rhythm.
I tried his show off, jokes, learned to walk in the leg.
But there was nothing sacred about it.
And the funnier is the need for pity,
How this causes us to exude pity.
Do we even imagine who we are? ...
Now the melody is devoid of all charms,
Because this abomination in bytes will push YouTube.
So tell me what I have to do,
When there is no pill against the disease,
Until we reach the utmost understandable truths,
And the need to face something,
What confronts us.
Do we even imagine who we are? ...