NO VALENTINES
НЕТ ВАЛЕНТИНОК
No more Valentine's Day
No more Christmas cards
I've thrown ‘em all away
No more sequined stars
No birthday wishes
No more surprises
Who needs ‘em anyway
No reason to get excited
Больше нет Дня святого Валентина,
Больше нет рождественских открыток,
Я выбросил их.
Больше нет расшитых блёстками звёзд,
Нет пожеланий на день рождения,
Больше нет сюрпризов.
Кому нужны они?
Нет причины волноваться.
Yes, I gave you everything
I gave you earth and sky
And everything in between
That walks or crawls or flies
No Easter mornings
It's your cross now
Keep it all for yourself
It's overrated anyhow
Да, я дал тебе всё.
Я подарил тебе небо и землю,
И всё, что между ними
Ходит, ползает и летает.
Нет пасхального утра,
Теперь это твой крест.
Оставь всё это себе,
И так за это слишком высокая цена.
But keep my Valentine
I'll keep my bleeding heart
Just let me out of here
Before that sentimental music starts
And your regrets
Fall like empty lines
Like the lies we write on Valentines
Но сохрани мою валентинку,
Я сохраню своё израненное сердце.
Просто дай мне уйти
Прежде чем заиграет сентиментальная музыка.
И твои сожаления
Прозвучат, как пустые слова,
Словно ложь, которую мы пишем на валентинках.
NO VALENTINES
NO VALENTINES
No more Valentine's Day
No more Christmas cards
I've thrown ‘em all away
No more sequined stars
No birthday wishes
No more surprises
Who needs ‘em anyway
No reason to get excited
No more Valentine's Day
No more Christmas cards
I threw them away.
No more glittering stars
No birthday wishes
No more surprises.
Who needs them?
There is no reason to worry.
Yes, I gave you everything
I gave you earth and sky
And everything in between
That walks or crawls or flies
No easter mornings
It's your cross now
Keep it all for yourself
It's overrated anyhow
Yes, I gave you everything.
I gave you heaven and earth
And everything in between
Walks, crawls and flies.
No easter morning
Now this is your cross.
Leave it all to yourself
And so for this is too high a price.
But keep my valentine
I'll keep my bleeding heart
Just let me out of here
Before that sentimental music starts
And your regrets
Fall like empty lines
Like the lies we write on Valentines
But save my valentine
I will keep my wounded heart.
Just let me go
Before the sentimental music starts.
And your regrets
They will sound like empty words
Like the lies we write on valentines.