Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Інтерфейс


Рівень складності


Акцент



мова інтерфейсу

uk

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зареєструватись / увійти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Та/Або підтримай мене в соц. мережах:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Inspiral Carpets

Grip

 

Grip

(альбом: The Beast Inside - 1991)


Pleasure leaves more scars than pain, it's so hard to break your grip
It's on those lips, the secrets lie where the truth was thin as ice

Memories of your face keep a bitter kind of taste
Hours pass and when things change, another day is here

What we feel is felt inside, what we are must be denied

Memories of your face keep a bitter kind of taste
Hours pass and when things change, another day is here

You may have seen this all before
But it's so different when it's you it's happening to

Memories of your face leave a kind of bitter taste
Hours pass and when things change, another day is sealed

You may have seen this once before, but it's so different
When it's you, it's me, it's you, it's me, it's you

готово

Ти додав собі всі незнайомі слова із цієї пісні?