Libertines - The narcissist
Tekst :
Professionally trendy in the glow of Clapham sun
There s life after work and it can be such fun
You see all the models in magazines and on the walls
You wanna be just like them
Cause they re so cool
They re just narcissists
Well wouldn t it be nice to be Dorian Gray?
Just for a day
They re just narcissists
Oh, what s so great to be Dorian Gray?
Every day
We re living in a looking glass
As the beauty of life goes by
You re going to be so old
You re going to grow so old
Your skin so cold
Well they re just narcissists
Well wouldn t it be nice to be Dorian Gray?
Just for a day
Such narcissists
What s so great to be Dorian Gray?
Every day
They re just narcissists
Wouldn t it be great to be Dorian Gray?
Just for a day
Just for a day
Inne utwory
Cyclops I get along Tell the king Radio America The good old days Narcissist Ha ha wall For lovers Arbeit macht frei Sister sister Vertigo Billy Bilo Arcady What became of the likely lads Bucket shop Losowe utwory
First stop was the bucket shop
To pick the pieces of your life up
And scream looking back at all that you despise
Thinking back to the chicken shack
And the smashing of the glass
And the knife in the back well…
My boy who will believe your lies
All of your lies
And no one s going...
Który to już raz,
o tym jak Cię kocham nie pamiętasz
Który to już raz,
umiejętnie grasz na moich nerwach
Marnujemy dzień,marnujemy noc
Na kolejne niepotrzebne sprawy
Czas ucieka a my wciąż
nie możemy ruszyć stąd...
Ref.:
Niepotrzebny jesteś w mojej głowie,
Niepotrzebnie myślę wciąż o Tobie,
Nie potrzeba mi...
When you close your eyes tonight
Think of what we had
Don t feel sadness, don t feel shame
Cause we had true romance
Oh, we had it all:
A love so bright
Like a diamond in the sky
Before you sleep...
Woman, I have to leave you
I can t stay where there is no pay
And I really don t care where I m going to
Its been so long since I ve been gone
Lord, I m tired and I want to go home
So this is odd,
the painful realization that has all gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover s clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn t make it any...