Time — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Hungreed
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Paroles
A frequently walked path is quick to erode
It’s eating me up, the fork in the road
Bye bye see you later
I don’t have time for intellectual females
Who talk about perot, dukakis and nader
No more of you sticking your flamingo body into a pigeon hole
No more of you singing to independent music cause it makes you feel original
No more of you telling me I can’t touch your hips cause you think you’re fat
No more of your lips touching me, but I might mind that
I’m sick of your friends
And those tim burton independent music, movie discussions
And how your valley girlfriends
Would try to act musically inclined around me by cussing
Telling how smart you thought I was when you would listen to my dumb rap
You were everything you complained about
If I would of hit you
Like all of your other friends you would of come back
(I wrote that a couple of days ago, it went something like that
And it’s like that)
A frequently walked path is quick to erode
It’s eating me up it’s eating me up,
A frequently walked path is quick to erode
It’s eating me up, the fork in the road
It’s eating me up, the fork in the road
I knew something was wrong
You were looking thinner everyday
I knew something was wrong
Asked to go to dinner, you said, no that’s okay
I thought you were beautiful
But I guess we both saw a different person
You would talk me through your problems
While you were secretly purging
Thanks for showing me that donnie darko flick
And thanks for sucking my Problems out of my mind and listening to me bitch
Moan and complain
When I’d start freaking out, you never questioned if I was sane
Others thought I was crazy
You told me if music was gonig to stress me out this bad
Then I should take a break
While you were skipping three meals a day
Looking in the mirror and seeing hate
I guess you thought, you could’nttalk
To anyone because they could’ntrelate
You handed me a bouquet of lies with a note enclosed
Telling me your gonna die
Never an explanation or a reason
Never a good bye just I’m leaving
A transparent silloutte has no home
I guess grandma death was right
All creatures do die alone
A frequently walked path is quick to erode
It’s eating me up, the fork in the road
It’s eating me up, the fork in the road
It’s eating me up Cutting yourself was your next step
You were mad because your dillema I guessed it Told me you hated me You called me back and said you didn’t mean it If words were nothing I would write you twenty one haikus and eleven sonnets
It’s like the camera’s the sun and gods bilemic
Mirrors are ears and they hear your screams
These walls are speechless
Silent of what they’ve seen
A frequently walked path is quick to erode
It’s eating me up, the fork in the road
(Not my problem, sorry for trying to solve them
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry)
A frequently walked path is quick to erode
It’s eating me up, till I’m full
It’s eating me up
Traduction des paroles
Vous m'avez tendu un bouquet de mensonges avec une note jointe
Me disant tu vas mourir
Jamais une explication ou une raison
Jamais un au revoir juste je pars
Un silloutte transparent n'a pas de maison
Je suppose que la mort de grand mère avait raison
Toutes les créatures meurent seules
Un chemin fréquemment parcouru est rapide à éroder
Ça me ronge, la fourche dans la route
Ça me ronge, la fourche dans la route
Ça me dévore de te couper était ta prochaine étape
Tu étais fou parce que ton dillema Je l'ai deviné tu M'as dit que tu me détestais tu m'as rappelé et tu m'as dit que tu ne le pensais pas si les mots n'étaient rien je t'écrirais vingt et un haïkus et onze sonnets
C'est comme la caméra le soleil et les dieux bilemic
Les miroirs sont des oreilles et ils entendent vos cris
Ces murs sont sans voix
Silencieux de ce qu'ils ont vu
Un chemin fréquemment parcouru est rapide à éroder
Ça me ronge, la fourche dans la route
(Pas mon problème, désolé d'essayer de les résoudre
Je suis désolé, je suis désolé, je suis désolé, je suis désolé)
Un chemin fréquemment parcouru est rapide à éroder
Ça me ronge, jusqu'à ce que je sois rassasié
Il mange moi