Текст песни: 5.47 P.M. + перевод

I sat on a park-bench, lookin' the scenery

I chew the fat with myself, surfin' in my mind

Not an achiever but the time passes by

I still have the same flu, but not the same bike

I need to get back to live again, feeling the pressure gone

To feel my back being scratched by another one

Should I care about dirty words spat on my face

Every time my background occupies my space?

Yeah, I’m not gonna burn myself with hatred

Not even once, I need some time to fix me up

I will try to keep the guilt separated

From my temptation of blaming it all on me

Weirdo

Underrated

Boredom overwhelms me

And the days seem like they’re stuck

Brand new false start

Every morning

I’m tired of feeling lonely

On the outside there’s a crowd

Yeah, I’m not gonna burn myself with hatred

Not even once, I need some time to fix me up

I will try to keep the guilt separated

From my temptation of blaming it all on me

5.47 pm

Is the time of the vent

Kinda blossom every time I can

And the harshness comes to melt

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