Lonely Pub (In a Christmas Shop) (1960 version) - Adam Faith Übersetzung ins Englische

Lonely Pub (In a Christmas Shop) (1960 version)

Lloras sin derramar lgrima alguna jurando que duele en
Verdad, dices que me amas pero en tus ojos pesa esa
Mentira infame al final
Ese fuego incinero mi soledad ahora cenizas solo quedan
Ya, me condenaste a maldecirte y amarte de verdad
Mi inocencia interpreta su drama y el acto final soy yo
El acto final soy yo!!!!!!!!!!!
Distorsionas la verdad a tu voluntad hacindome creer que
Todo lo ago mal, que insignificante te parezco tanto
Que mi amor es basura para ti
Mi inocencia interpreta su drama y el acto final soy yo
Victima te haces al saber que prdida estas que ya no
Controlas mi emocion
Arrancare!!! Tus alas, palabras y tus besos
Fuera de mi!! Mente y mutilado corazón
Asesinaste!! Mi ilusin y todo mi amor con tu frvola
Actuacion
Pero aun sigo pensando en ti, me atormento noche y da
Con imagenes, de los dos haciendo el amor culpando al alcohol!!!!
Now your dead
Now your dead
Now your dead
Now your Fucking Dead
Aun muerta sigues, doliendo
Aun muerta sigues, doliendo
Aun muerta sigues, doliendo
Aun muerta sigues, doliendo
Sigues doliendo
Doliendo

Lonely Pub (In a Christmas Shop) (1960 version)

You cry without shedding a tear, swearing it hurts in
Truth, you say you love me, but your eyes weigh a lie
Infamy in the end
That fire incinerated my loneliness, now only ashes remain
You condemned me to curse you and love you with truth
My innocence played its drama, and the final act is me
The final act is me!!!!!!!!
You distort the truth at your will, making me believe that
I do everything wrong, that you think I'm so insignificant
That my love is nothing but garbage to you
My innocence played its drama, and the final act is me
You play the victim, knowing how lost you are, that you no longer
Control my emotion
I will tear off your wings, your words, your kisses
Out of my!!! Mind and my mutilated heart
You murdered my illusion and all my love with your frivolous
Performance
But I still think of you, I torment myself night and day
With images of the two of us making love, blaming it on the alcohol
Now you're dead
Now you're dead
Now you're dead
Now you're fucking dead
Even though you're dead, you still hurt
Even though you're dead, you still hurt
Even though you're dead, you still hurt
Even though you're dead, you still hurt
You still hurt
Hurting