Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tukšums, artist - Dons. Album song Superizlase VIII, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 27.05.2014
Record label: Mikrofona Ieraksti
Song language: Latvian
Tukšums(original) |
| Cik līdzīgas Jūs abas |
| Mana bērna māte un tu |
| Baltā dāma pie kājām kurai suns |
| Pat skaistāk nekā cerēts, viegli vienam pamosties |
| Pilsētā tāds sutīgs un miers |
| Es reiz jau biju ellē |
| Un kādā grāmatā, kuru nolādēja ik vienā baznīcā |
| Rētas manā kaklā pēc tavām brokastīm |
| Es neticu nevienam spogulim |
| Ko darīt, kad no rītiem pamostos? |
| Un truli smeldz, kāpēc esmu dzīvs |
| Tukšums gultā acīs dur |
| Jāiemācās man bez tevis būt |
| Kas labāks, tu vai nāve? |
| Ak dvīņu māsas jūs |
| Plaukstā bārdas nazis pagaidām dus |
| Es pārcelšos uz elli un tavām grāmatām |
| Ar līkumu tu iesi garām baznīcām |
| Ko darīt, kad no rītiem pamostos? |
| Un truli smeldz, kāpēc esmu dzīvs |
| Tukšums gultā acīs dur |
| Jāiemācās man bez tevis būt |
| Es brūcēs ieskatos |
| Un kara cirvis ir mans draugs |
| Kā klintīs varens ērglis |
| Kas žēlabaini kādu sauc |
| Ko darīt, kad no rītiem pamostos? |
| Un truli smeldz, kāpēc esmu dzīvs |
| Tukšums gultā acīs dur |
| Jāiemācās man bez tevis būt |
| (translation) |
| How similar you both are |
| My child's mother and you |
| A white lady at the feet of a dog |
| Even more beautiful than expected, easy for one to wake up |
| There is such peace and quiet in the city |
| I was once in hell |
| And in a book that was cursed in every church |
| Scars on my throat after your breakfast |
| I don't believe in any mirrors |
| What to do when I wake up in the morning? |
| And I'm distracted by why I'm alive |
| The emptiness of the bed in the eyes stings |
| I have to learn to be without you |
| Which is better, you or death? |
| Oh twin sisters you |
| The razor in his hand is still empty |
| I'm going to hell and your books |
| You will pass the churches |
| What to do when I wake up in the morning? |
| And I'm distracted by why I'm alive |
| The emptiness of the bed in the eyes stings |
| I have to learn to be without you |
| I look into the wounds |
| And the ax of war is my friend |
| Like a mighty eagle on the rocks |
| What a pathetic one to call |
| What to do when I wake up in the morning? |
| And I'm distracted by why I'm alive |
| The emptiness of the bed in the eyes stings |
| I have to learn to be without you |