ЧУЧЕЛО ГЛАЗКИ ИЗ ПЛАСТИКА...
[Verse 1] A scarecrow with plastic eyes, Hollow inside, without a soul. Its smile erased, its face worn down, Burdened by an endless weight of guilt. You stroke me against the grain, Never noticing my silent snarl. Marks left behind for new wounds, A collar to keep me in place. [Pre-Chorus] The burns of love. Better not call for me. [Chorus] You can’t do without me, Love leaves burns across my skin. You look at me with an indifferent stare. So why do you need me by your side? The scarecrow might come alive. Then you’ll have to love it. [Verse 2] Can you hear that muffled growling? There’s a red glow in my eyes. There will be no more silence, I have nothing left to fear. You didn’t like me as a butterfly, As a bird, I can fly away. I’m learning the rules I have to follow. And… I don’t want to endure this anymore. [Pre-Chorus] The burns of love. Better not call for me. [Chorus] You can’t do without me, Love leaves burns across my skin. You look at me with an indifferent stare. So why do you need me by your side? The scarecrow might come alive. Then you’ll have to love it. [Verse 3] There’s a knot pulled tight around my neck. I can’t breathe. I don’t need it at all. Am I supposed to be broken like a doll? I’m not living in a dollhouse, With bright rosy cheeks on my face. I’m not some little clay garden gnome, With endless emptiness inside. [Pre-Chorus] The burns of love. Better not call for me. [Chorus] You can’t do without me, Love leaves burns across my skin. You look at me with an indifferent stare. So why do you need me by your side? The scarecrow might come alive. Then you’ll have to love it. [Bridge] My arms and legs won’t bend. The paint is peeling away. A sign reads: “Better not touch. Love means nothing to me!!!” Be careful what you wish for, The little gnome might come alive. And this bundle of suffering Will be yours to love. [Final Chorus] You can’t do without me, Love leaves burns across my skin. You look at me with an indifferent stare. So why do you need me by your side? The scarecrow might come alive. Then you’ll have to love it. [Outro] You can’t do without me… Love leaves burns across my skin…
