Color Of Sin
Color del pecado
Von vanaprasta · Autor: Vanaprasta
Original: →Übersetzung:
Übersetzung von Alejandra Mida
Originaltext
A woodfire stove brings the warmth again,
Reminds me of the color of sin.
The trees are churning.
The brain is on the mend again,
Brings me back to the smell
Of something burning.
Today is the day of yesterday,
And that day will never fade
From our postcards.
And we're sick and tired of this year again,
And comebacks aren't in style,
But your style is.
We should have known by now.
We should have known by now.
Just a little one...
It's eating the edge off the surface.
A window to what
I remember from the good days.
Today is the day of yesterday,
And that day will never fade
From our postcards.
And we're sick and tired of this year again,
And comebacks aren't in style,
But your style is.
We should have known by now.
We should have known by now.
And this time I'm already there.
And this time I'm already there.
We should have known by now
Reminds me of the color of sin.
The trees are churning.
The brain is on the mend again,
Brings me back to the smell
Of something burning.
Today is the day of yesterday,
And that day will never fade
From our postcards.
And we're sick and tired of this year again,
And comebacks aren't in style,
But your style is.
We should have known by now.
We should have known by now.
Just a little one...
It's eating the edge off the surface.
A window to what
I remember from the good days.
Today is the day of yesterday,
And that day will never fade
From our postcards.
And we're sick and tired of this year again,
And comebacks aren't in style,
But your style is.
We should have known by now.
We should have known by now.
And this time I'm already there.
And this time I'm already there.
We should have known by now
Übersetzung
Una estufa de woodfire trae el calor de nuevo,
Me recuerda el color del pecado.
Los árboles están produciendo.
El cerebro se está recuperando de nuevo,
Me trae de nuevo al olfato
A quemado.
Hoy es el día de ayer,
Y ese día nunca se desvanecerá
Desde nuestras postales.
Y estamos hartos de este año otra vez,
Y remontadas no están de moda,
Sin embargo, su estilo es.
Deberíamos haber conocido a estas alturas.
Deberíamos haber conocido a estas alturas.
Sólo una pequeña ...
Se está comiendo el borde de la superficie.
Una ventana a lo que
Me acuerdo de los días buenos.
Hoy es el día de ayer,
Y ese día nunca se desvanecerá
Desde nuestras postales.
Y estamos hartos de este año otra vez,
Y remontadas no están de moda,
Sin embargo, su estilo es.
Deberíamos haber conocido a estas alturas.
Deberíamos haber conocido a estas alturas.
Y esta vez ya estoy allí.
Y esta vez ya estoy allí.
Deberíamos haber sabido ahora
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