Zas mě chytla taková pošahaná nálada... Měla jsem velkou chuť se z toho vypsat, zanadávat si na věci, co mě štvou a nikdy štvát nepřestanou, ale pak jsem zapla blog.cz a prostě nenašla ty správný slova... Mnohem jednodušší je napsat nějakej anglickej žvást, kterýmu rozumim jen já sama... Ani se to nerýmuje... Ale dokud to pasuje do toho songu, je to snad jedno. Aspoň to stojí za nic v obou ohledech, jak v textu tak v hudbě. Takže, tady je ten článek, co jsem chtěla napsat, akorát trochu zašifrovanej:
Now, when all the hopes are gone
Everything that should be is done
So why the swing keeps swaying
Saying that sun still shines?
Snow White's heart has blackened
Her smile has frozen on her lips
So why the swing keeps swaying
Saying that she's still alive?
Artless one cannot draw the melody
Insribe demise in the rhapsody
The fairy tale is for sale
Drink your own blood from Holy Grail
It tastes sweet, like the weep
Of your heart
Everything that should be is done
So why the swing keeps swaying
Saying that sun still shines?
Snow White's heart has blackened
Her smile has frozen on her lips
So why the swing keeps swaying
Saying that she's still alive?
Artless one cannot draw the melody
Insribe demise in the rhapsody
The fairy tale is for sale
Drink your own blood from Holy Grail
It tastes sweet, like the weep
Of your heart
Keep your fingers crossed
If you wish to suffer a loss
For love, for sorrow, for hate
For the things you had and lost in one life
If you wish to suffer a loss
For love, for sorrow, for hate
For the things you had and lost in one life
The red apple full of lethal poison
A thorn waiting for her
Waiting for another day to bring away
Happiness and pain
The red thorn full of lethal poison
A rose waiting for her
Waiting for another night to bring away
Going astray
Now, when all the hopes are gone
Everything that should be is done
So why the swing keeps swaying
Saying that I am alive?
A thorn waiting for her
Waiting for another day to bring away
Happiness and pain
The red thorn full of lethal poison
A rose waiting for her
Waiting for another night to bring away
Going astray
Now, when all the hopes are gone
Everything that should be is done
So why the swing keeps swaying
Saying that I am alive?






Jo, vždycky, když otevřu nový článek, tak nevím, co psát. Hlavně v poslední době.
Ten text je pěkně napsanej. Mě se vždycky hodně opakují slova.