Lyrics The Pillows - Please Mr. Lostman
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Глупой головой на шее болтая,
Сбивающую с пути мечту подавляю.
Нами надуваемый еле живой мир
Может и треснуть, и развалиться, но ведь хочется прикоснуться к сиянию [славе?].
Набранные годы смогшее забыть, на тощем засохшем дереве
Please Mr. Lostman, звезды цвели.
Please Mr. Lostman.
Короткие руки-ноги что есть силы вытянув,
Наконец-то, годен. Не боясь высоты,
Шутя прокрался, но всё равно не котёнок.
Сам, сразу же ухожу. Не отпускай эту руку.
Ни лёгкость, ни боль не чувствую. Времена года тихо
Please Mr. Lostman, уходите.
Please Mr. Lostman.
На сумевшем забыть набранные годы тощем засохшем дереве
Please Mr. Lostman, звезды цвели.
Please Mr. Lostman.
Перекрученные годы нас не касаются. Мы встретились,
Please Mr. Lostman, и это, наверное, всё.
Please Mr. Lostman.
Stupid head on the neck chatting,
I stifle a dream that stifles a path.
We inflated barely living world
It may crack and fall apart, but you want to touch the radiance [glory?].
I could forget the accumulated years on a lean, withered tree
Please Mr. Lostman, the stars were blooming.
Please Mr. Lostman
Short arms and legs that there are forces stretched out,
Finally, fit. Not afraid of heights
The joke sneaked in, but still not a kitten.
I’m leaving right away. Do not let go of this hand.
Neither lightness nor pain I feel. The seasons are quiet
Please Mr. Lostman, go away.
Please Mr. Lostman
On a skinny dried tree that managed to forget the years typed
Please Mr. Lostman, the stars were blooming.
Please Mr. Lostman
Twisted years do not concern us. We met,
Please Mr. Lostman, and that’s probably all.
Please Mr. Lostman
I stifle a dream that stifles a path.
We inflated barely living world
It may crack and fall apart, but you want to touch the radiance [glory?].
I could forget the accumulated years on a lean, withered tree
Please Mr. Lostman, the stars were blooming.
Please Mr. Lostman
Short arms and legs that there are forces stretched out,
Finally, fit. Not afraid of heights
The joke sneaked in, but still not a kitten.
I’m leaving right away. Do not let go of this hand.
Neither lightness nor pain I feel. The seasons are quiet
Please Mr. Lostman, go away.
Please Mr. Lostman
On a skinny dried tree that managed to forget the years typed
Please Mr. Lostman, the stars were blooming.
Please Mr. Lostman
Twisted years do not concern us. We met,
Please Mr. Lostman, and that’s probably all.
Please Mr. Lostman