От БМВ: мне эта музыка кажется "музыкой для обреченных" или "музыка для обреченной мечты" Т.е. для тех, чьи мечты идут прахом. Умирает мечта больно и мучительно, цепляясь за последнюю соломинку, тем самым продлевая свои мучения.
Однако текст песни совсем не об этом. ---------- Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always
Take a look around the world You see such bad things happening There are many good men Ask yourself is he one of them
The deadliest of sin is pride Make you feel like you're always right But they're always to the sides It takes dirt to make love dirt to make a life
Take a look around the world You see such mad things happening There are few good men Thank you lucky star that he's one of them