Текст песни: Furious Rose + перевод

«It's not really poetry, but its pretty,» he said

As he raises his voice, she lowers her head

'It makes my heart heavy, you’re lonely, I think

Oh, Rose, you’re sad, I suppose."

«Look in her bed and she’s bound to be sleeping

She’s lying there dead. — No, she’s breathing.»

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes

Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise

I’ve heard energy in adversity

Your smile: the soul of witchery

You’re not running away

You’re not running — are you?

Lyrically longing, she’s tearing the words from the page

She’s fearfully seething

«Bring me your blessings, a prayer or a new pen

— You don’t know what I need.»

«Look in my bed and I’m bound to be sleeping

I’m lying there dead, but I’m breathing

And I’m barely balancing as it is

And I don’t want to drown in my dreams

Bring me wild plums and agrimony

— I bet you don’t even know what that means."

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes

Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise

I’ve heard energy in adversity

Your smile: the soul of witchery

You’re not running away

You’re not running — are you?

Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room

She’s terribly freezing, she always knows when to go

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