Onsa Media - Bad Apple - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The stream of time rushes inexorably into the distance,

The days float endlessly past in a string.

It seems my soul has grown uncomfortable within my body –

It broke free, I didn't notice.

If I stop moving even for a moment,

Time will carry me along with it,

The wheel of fate gives no direct answers,

You must be yourself – that's all.

Am I daydreaming or am I in the arms of sleep?

The words that flew from my lips suddenly lost their meaning.

I've long been exhausted, a melancholy gnawing at me from within,

It's better to simply cut off these feelings forever.

Don't rush to confess what's in your heart:

Nothing will touch the strings of my soul anymore,

But I'll set in motion – everything will change then,

This vast world will be swallowed up forever by darkness.

Is there really a place for me in the days to come? Is there really a place for me somewhere in this world?

Am I exhausted or sad?

There's still no answer, and so I don't regret it.

On life's long journey, I grow increasingly tired,

And I attach no importance to human misfortunes.

If I were given a chance to rewrite my life from scratch,

Could the impenetrable darkness suddenly dissipate?

The stream of time rushes inexorably into the distance,

The days float endlessly past in a procession.

It seems my soul has become uncomfortable in my body—

It broke free, I didn't notice.

If I stop moving even for a moment,

Time will carry me along with it,

The wheel of fate gives no direct answers,

You must be yourself—that's all.

Am I daydreaming or am I in the arms of sleep?

The words that flew from my lips suddenly lost their meaning. I've long since lost my strength, a melancholy gnawing at me from within,

It's better to simply cut off these feelings forever.

Don't rush to confess what's in your heart:

Nothing will ever touch the strings of my soul,

But I'll set myself in motion—everything will change then,

This vast world will be swallowed by darkness forever.

Is there a place for someone like me in the days to come?

Is there a place for someone like me in this world?

And if anyone asks me to say even a few words about myself,

All I'll say out loud is: "I'm just a worm."

Is there a place for me in this world?

Is there a place for me in this century?

If life were rewritten from scratch,

Would the impenetrable darkness instantly dissipate?

Am I dreaming while awake, or am I in the arms of sleep?

The words that flew from my lips suddenly lost their meaning. I've long been exhausted, a melancholy gnawing at me from within,

It's better to simply cut off these feelings forever.

Don't rush to confess what's in your heart:

Nothing will touch the strings of my soul anymore,

But I'll move—everything will change then,

This vast world will be swallowed up by darkness forever.

I'll move, I'll move,

And I'll sink the whole world, I'll sink the whole world.

Since my sorrow is strong, since my sorrow is strong,

Perhaps this means I've managed to whiten my heart?

Until now, I knew nothing about you,

Nor about the world around me, nor about myself,

Only I have to banish sleep and open my eyes,

This vast world will be swallowed up by darkness forever.