Powderfinger - These Days(Bravo Baker7) | Текст песни

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Its coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
And settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day

This life well its slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Its coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its demands
It settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Undignified and lame

This life well its slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control well its slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Soon enough it comes
Soon enough it comes
To tie us down
***Время неумолимо, бежит вперед,
Бросает на лицо тень грусти.
И чья-то безжалостная рука все расставляет все по местам,
На сердце тяжело.

Мир уходит из-под ног,
Все идет наперекосяк. Я думал – будет иначе,
Но я ничего не могу с этим поделать
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