Hearts of stone
I walk through the empty desert crying
with a heartful of secrets and feelings
behind me teardrops on sand are lying...
go down on my knees and think
think about my one love
the love I left in haste
the love that went to waste...
I look in agony at a nearby sandstone
the stone is little, cold and dry
just like my dried up heart
weak and about to die...
I sculpt a heartlike figure in the stone
with a sharp but rusty knife
cold like my pointless life...
I watch the figure – see my heart just there
I know my heart is cold and hard
I wish my heart was better and warmer
but the heart before my eyes
the heart I made with stone
is the heart I lost
cold as knife
hard as bone...
from my eyes the acid tears still ooze
now I know there’s nothing more to lose
I take up the heartlike figure
throw it on the ground
with a breaking sound...
I can see the truth now
but I already knew it
my heart made a mistake
my heart is a stone
my heart is hard
but hearts of stone can also
break...
cannot go back to the life I knew
cannot go back to you
cannot make the smile grow back
wanna paint my blue eyes black
so I won’t see the beauty I lost
the beauty I miss the most...
will not give up this long-lost fight
fight myself and memories every night
I know you’re gone and will forever be
never giving up and coming back to me
while I live in a room that’s dim
I know you’re loving him...
I can see the truth right now
The truth I already knew
never again loving you
my stupid heart made a fucking mistake
this bone-hard-muscle can also break
if I could just take something back
to mend my life – this wreck
i’d take back the kiss of the poisonous kind
so I could be the man again
the one I left behind...
my heart made a little mistake
my heart will die and finally break
all alone...
my little cold heart of stone...
with a heartful of secrets and feelings
behind me teardrops on sand are lying...
go down on my knees and think
think about my one love
the love I left in haste
the love that went to waste...
I look in agony at a nearby sandstone
the stone is little, cold and dry
just like my dried up heart
weak and about to die...
I sculpt a heartlike figure in the stone
with a sharp but rusty knife
cold like my pointless life...
I watch the figure – see my heart just there
I know my heart is cold and hard
I wish my heart was better and warmer
but the heart before my eyes
the heart I made with stone
is the heart I lost
cold as knife
hard as bone...
from my eyes the acid tears still ooze
now I know there’s nothing more to lose
I take up the heartlike figure
throw it on the ground
with a breaking sound...
I can see the truth now
but I already knew it
my heart made a mistake
my heart is a stone
my heart is hard
but hearts of stone can also
break...
cannot go back to the life I knew
cannot go back to you
cannot make the smile grow back
wanna paint my blue eyes black
so I won’t see the beauty I lost
the beauty I miss the most...
will not give up this long-lost fight
fight myself and memories every night
I know you’re gone and will forever be
never giving up and coming back to me
while I live in a room that’s dim
I know you’re loving him...
I can see the truth right now
The truth I already knew
never again loving you
my stupid heart made a fucking mistake
this bone-hard-muscle can also break
if I could just take something back
to mend my life – this wreck
i’d take back the kiss of the poisonous kind
so I could be the man again
the one I left behind...
my heart made a little mistake
my heart will die and finally break
all alone...
my little cold heart of stone...
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