Serj Tankian - Terminal beauty
Tekst :
They settled in natural or sophisticated sceneries
Where they cultivate an air of death
Big broken baby dolls maybe fucked
And we love them
They are so meagre
They re scaring me
They look so sour
And full of pain
Oh it s horrible to see
Bodies of the sick held prisoners
Sunken shoulders and giant pubis
The flesh has disappeared
The bones are almost bare
And yet we love them
They are so meagre
They re scaring me
They look so sour
And full of pain
Oh it s horrible to see
I ve closed the magazine
Returned it to the lady
I was feeling nauseous, I don t wanna watch them anymore
It s horrible and depressing
It s an insult to their beauty
All those beauties in ruins
They are so meagre
They re scaring me
They look so sour
And full of pain
Oh it s horrible to see
All those beauties in ruins
Inne utwory
Blue The reverend King Mein We are one Walls of Jericho Baby Sky is over Saving us The unthinking majority Feed us Charades Praise the lord and pass the ammunition Lie lie lie Sober Elect the dead Money Honking antelope Empty walls Losowe utwory
Por la calle del desengano
esta manana yo pase
con malegria otra vez
por la calle del desengano
mi malegria emborrache
dentro un vasito de jerez
cuando tu me hablas...
por la calle del desengano
manana paseare
con malegria otra...
This will all make perfect sense someday
I ll be a-okay
All my bills have all gone paid
I saved the bad
I broke the bank
This coulda been a slow song
A laundry list of all the wrongs
But at the end of the day
This is my beautiful...
Starannie studiowany gest,
kolokwium z przeszłych słów i miejsc,
podziwiasz go, przyciąga cię twój magnes.
Busola serca, wieczny lód,
gdzieś skamielina suchych ust.
Wszystko przepływa obok ciebie
czas i krew.
Trudno uwierzyć - uwierz mi, w to że ktoś kiedyś tutaj był,
kto, wielkie słowo, nazbyt wielkie - kochał ją.
Trudno uwierzyć - uwierz mi, tym trudniej, że...
Hate a lot of things
But I love a few things
And you are one of them
Hard to believe
After all of these years
But you are one of them
Walk down the street
I m thinking:
Everybody move along
Yeah! War Paint, Yeah!
War Paint...
Put It On, Put It On
Night Is Over, Lipstick Heaven
Bet You Can t Get It
From The 7/11
Charcol Is Our Body Armor
Blacked Our Faces
From Runny Mascara
Perfect Make Up, We Don t Care
Chorus