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My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there's a light on in Сhicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's house

She took me down and said:
"Boys like you are overrated.
So save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
Are loaded guns to our heads

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there's a light on in Сhicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's house

You want apologies
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll get
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever

There's a light on in Сhicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's

With every breath I wish your body will be broken again

У меня душа нараспашку —
Я выставляю напоказ нанесённые мне раны.
Она — мой бейджик, мой свидетель того,
Что я верил
Каждой лживой фразе, что ты произнесла…

Боль от осколков стекла, которое ты разбила, кидаясь галькой,
Заглушает боль попыток забыть тебя.
А похлопывание по плечу с целью привлечь внимание
Молчит о том, что я по-прежнему тебя ненавижу…

Но в Чикаго сейчас горят огни,
И я знаю, что должен быть дома.
Разноцветные уличные знаки
Напоминают о грузовике,
Стоявшем перед домом твоего соседа.

Она повалила меня и сказала:
"Парни вроде тебя слишком высокого о себе мнения,
Так что прибереги слова".
Веские слова и опьяневшие друзья
Как заряженные ружья у наших висков…

Боль от осколков стекла, которое ты разбила, кидаясь галькой,
Заглушает боль попыток забыть тебя.
А похлопывание по плечу с целью привлечь внимание
Молчит о том, что я по-прежнему тебя ненавижу…

Но в Чикаго сейчас горят огни,
И я знаю, что должен быть дома.
Разноцветные уличные знаки
Напоминают о грузовике,
Стоявшем перед домом твоего соседа.

Хочешь извинений, детка?
Но тебе лучше задержать дыхание,
Пока вообще не перестанешь дышать…
Единственное, что ты получишь,
Это проклятие на твоих губах:
Надеюсь, мой вкус останется на них навсегда…

В Чикаго сейчас горят огни,
И я знаю, что должен быть дома.
Разноцветные уличные знаки
Напоминают о грузовике,
Стоявшем перед домом….

Пусть каждый вдох причиняет тебе новую боль….

Перевод на русский или английский язык текста песни -:

My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there’s a light on in Shicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor’s house

She took me down and said:
& quot; Boys like you are overrated.
So save your breath. & Quot;
Loaded words and loaded friends
Are loaded guns to our heads

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there’s a light on in Shicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor’s house

You want apologies
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you’ll get
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever

There’s a light on in Shicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor’s

With every breath I wish your body will be broken again

My soul is wide open —
I flaunt my inflicted wounds.
She — my badge , my witness , the
I believed
Each false phrase that you said …

The pain of broken glass that you broke , throwing pebbles
Kills the pain trying to forget you .
A pat on the shoulder to draw attention
Silent about the fact that I still hate you …

But in Chicago fires burn ,
And I know that I should be at home .
Colorful street signs
Reminiscent of the truck,
Standing in front of the house of your neighbor .

She poured me and said :
& quot; Guys like you have too high opinion of himself ,
So save the word & quot ;.
Good words , and drunken friends
As loaded guns in our temples …

The pain of broken glass that you broke , throwing pebbles
Kills the pain trying to forget you .
A pat on the shoulder to draw attention
Silent about the fact that I still hate you …

But in Chicago fires burn ,
And I know that I should be at home .
Colorful street signs
Reminiscent of the truck,
Standing in front of the house of your neighbor .

Want to apologize , baby?
But you better hold your breath ,
While generally do not stop breathing …
The only thing that you will receive ,
It’s a curse on your lips :
I hope my taste remains on them forever …

In Chicago fires burn ,
And I know that I should be at home .
Colorful street signs
Reminiscent of the truck,
Standing in front of the house … .

Let every breath causes you a new pain … .

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