Превод: Слеатер Киннеи. Помпеја.
Превод: Девица Босковиц. Цри Фор Помпеја.
Something there will change us into sand Now we'll be forever holding hands Lava and tephra will form our bed Now the royal flames of Pompeii bless All
: They never heard you play their loud songs, on the Bellerophon Round the sea I'm not floating by the saints of heaven And you said that i was liar
better Never as old as I was today I'm gonna breakdown In American Pompeii In American Pompeii Break myself just to live this way Never as old, as I was today American Pompeii
You Again Through The Eyes Of Our Son Remember To Tell Him The Price We Had To Pay And Cry For Pompeii - Cry For Pompeii! Far From Paradise Where The
I'll meet you again through the eyes of our son Remember to tell him the price we had to pay And cry for Pompeii- cry for pompeii! [Repeat first strophe
They never heard you play their loud songs, on the Bellerophon Round the sea I'm not floating by the saints of heaven And you said that i was liar and
Look ahead in the distance your escape you thought would never come the only way out you buried yourself in a hole to big just to crawl out did you think
Something there will change us into sand Now we'll be forever holding hands Lava and tephra will form our bed Now the royal flames of Pompeii bless
Sat against a mountain side An oh the hubris burns so bright But more will burn tonight I'll bury this town ash And paint the sky with fire The city
There's a piece of you on a piece of paper. It's got you enveloped in a drug store letter It's left in my pocket for moments i'd like you to share cause
Came at you in silence, my back at the wall. "i've seen those nights where you binge and purge" Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched
I see how faces are flooding the halls of your house, would you mind if we snuck to the front porch and there with our small view, a toast to all things
Open-ended, parting on a note it never rang and barely ever spoke to anyone baring the slightest peace of mind, cause if it did, there'd be no fingerprints
Bad enough i bought into that bit. yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field storing profits, those wallets begged for change and everyone's growing
I sheltered in the news for a while, that paragraph had space to fill my days, but it never worked just feeling anti-climaxed, common and cliche` You
Did you ever know that you were a map to me? You kept me on track and i was in the right place. You got folded up when i thought i knew the way and you