Arctic Monkeys

Fiendish wonder in a carnival’s wake
Dull caresses once again irritate.
Tread softly, stranger
Move over toward the danger that you seek.

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until two and two is three.
Yours (yours) until the mountain crumbles to the seе
In other words, until eternity.
Baby, I’m yours.
‘Til the stars fall from the sky
Baby, I’m yours.
‘Til the rivers all run dry
Baby, I’m yours.
‘Til the sun no longer shines
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the poets run out of rhyme.
Детка, я твой (я твой)
И я буду твоим, пока два + два не будет равняться трем.
Я твой, пока горы не утонут в море,
Другими словами, я твой навеки.
Детка, я твой.
И буду твоим, пока все звезды не упадут с неба.
Детка, я твой,
Твой, пока все реки не высохнут.
И буду твоим, пока солнце не погаснет.
Детка, я твой,
Твой, пока у поэтов не иссякнут рифмы.

You’re at a loss,
Just because,
It wasn’t all that you thought it was.

I ain’t got no dollar signs in my eyes
That might be a surprise but it’s true
I’m not like you
And I don’t want your advice or your praise
Or to move in the ways you do
And I never will.

You are the fugitive,
But you don’t know what you’re running from.

Cause all you people are Vampires
And all your stories are stale.
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you’re certain we’ll fail.

She said I want to sleep in the city
That never wakes up,
And revel in nostalgia.

Yeah but his bird thinks it’s amazing, though
So all that’s left
Is the proof that love’s not only blind but deaf.

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed
And you’re a sinking stone.

When she laughs,
The heavens hum a stun-gun lullaby
Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes
Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she’s walking by.

I said a thousand million things
That I could never say this morning.

And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
With the wrong memories?
And the clean coming will hurt,
And you can never get it spotless —
When there’s dirt between the dirt.

Life became a spectator sport.

Stop the world cause I wanna, get off, with you

Isn’t it hard to make up your mind?
When you’re losing and your fuse is fireside