Текст песни: Pauvre Coeur + перевод

If I recall it was a Friday

Gentle hum before the war

You were high and watching poker

And I had just walked in the door

You started screaming at the TV

Saying, make a play you filthy whore

And I was trying to make you see me

Like the way you did before

So I took off my clothes and I opened a bottle

And told you I’d do you whatever you wanted

Naked on the floor

Crying I’m too beautiful

Oh my poor, poor, pauvre coeur beats no more

Dare I say I was enamored

By the stories of your pain

You were darkened in the wild fight

And I was tangled in your mane

But god forbid you would get angry

I had to dive out of the way

You’d be gunning for me blindly

And there was nothing I could say

But I love you don’t do this, is it really worth it?

That’s not very Buddhist and I don’t deserve it

I’m naked on the floor

Crying I’m too beautiful

Oh my poor, poor, pauvre coeur beats no more

Poor, pauvre coeur beats no more

Making me nauseas open elevator

I’m stuck in the middle, there’s nobody out there

To pull me off my sword

I am far too beautiful to be yours

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