Help Me Breathe

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Sophie B. Hawkins
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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Help Me Breathe”
A silent woman parts her lips To speak before she ought She makes a cross of her emotions And a panic of her thoughts Out of her mouth she comes in rages Like vesuvius in heat She runs ahead of her intentions Though shes programmed for defeat By the hunger and the hatred The prostitution of her nature She has given and forgiven for to give her Kunt forgave her To the longing for a loving hand Or fist or cock or spike But you know you cannot reach her til shes taken back her life A lonely child of fourteen Finds her future in a drum She plays for present day omissions And for whom she must become Out of her passion breaks the stillness Of a solitary mind A strict devotion to the rhythm With a substitute for time She looks out of her window At the changes in the sky She never wants to leave her sanctuary Bedroom books and lies But shes grown up on the outside With an instinct for the pain That drives the men inside her wild And women wanting her insane Both lovers bring their cameras To the beach on new years eve They are expecting nothing other Than to see what they believe Four feet walking toward the lighthouse In the freezing winter rain She flashes stately in the distance Humming her somnolent refrain You are here now you are here now There is nothing left to fear now With each step the sunk is sinking Though the truth is less unclear now They have won a thousand battles They have wrung their own demise Now they are standing still and weeping For a love they cant despise A silent woman and a lonely child Have nowhere else to go But to the lighthouse in december Before the new year takes its toll They have found inside each other What they had lost within themselves Now they are bonded to forever In their search for something else Generations like the water Shape the face of every stone A pedigrees an invitation To discover youre alone Out in the kitchen or the courtyard Or the bedroom or the bank It only takes a fateful moment To become the one you thank And light shall lift them Higher and higher And dreams shall carry them on And loss shall lead them To lifes final hour Where death shall overcome

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