Тексты песен Regina Spektor

Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate [repeats 4x] Pu-pupate, pu pate, Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate... I should peddle butterflies There's a shortage in the city, I'll stand on the street corner A

I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll

I, oh, must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old The

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door She had eaten her dog and she was back

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2] Don't tell your secrets to anyone Because ideas are vulnerable As soon as you say your idea out loud Then it can go and live on it's own And you wil

You are so sweet Dancing to that beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and the girls watch each other eat You are so sweet, so sweet Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat There's a

Say goodbye Love again Love again I don't want to Want to Want to Want to Go in circles Round the bend Until we are just Friends again And then not even that Sometimes I almost can recall what it was

I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my min

hello? hello? calling a Karl Projektorinski to the front of the cathedral you have won, dear sir may I congratulate you first? oh, what an honor human! human of the year! you won!... why are you so sc

Lady sing the blues so well As if she mean it As if it's hell down here In the smoke-filled world Where the jokes are cold They don't laugh at jokes They laugh at tragedies Corner street societies Bu

The food that I'm eating Is suddenly tasteless I know I'm alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good

Фунт плоти (перевод Anne ) i If you're never sorry Then you can't be forgiven If you're not forgiven Then you can't be forgotten If

Ты - моё самое сладкое падение, Я полюбила тебя первой, я первой полюбила тебя, И на этих листках бумаги хранится моя правда... Я должна идти, я должна идти... Твои волосы были длинными, когда мы впер

It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle

They made a statue of us And it put it on a mountaintop; Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs have fun, have fun They'll name a city after us And later say