
LIPS Übersetzung
KAT-TUN
LIPS Übersetzung:
LIPS Songtext
Love...
Your future splits in two…
The phone kept ringing as I slipped out of the house
Where can I meet you? I have all these things I want to say
Why is it the more we meet, the more my heart feels like it’ll tear, every time
I draw close to those red-stained lips and want to break down, violently
The way things are, the way things are, don’t blame only yourself for it
Don’t let go of this hand
But I hurt you, didn’t I? You cried suddenly
“I’m sorry,” the gentle rain drenches the lost us
You’re not alone anymore, like this your heart, all of you, has been snatched
I draw close to those red-stained lips and want to break down, violently
The ever-coming seasons change only you
Don’t let go of this hand
I need da kiss that stars from those lips, those alluring lips
Hitten’ da heart this is a sick
Why is it the more we meet, the more my heart feels like it’ll tear, every time
I draw close to those red-stained lips and want to break down, violently
The way things are, the way things are, don’t blame only yourself for it
Don’t let go of this hand
Love...
Your future splits in two…
The phone kept ringing as I slipped out of the house
Where can I meet you? I have all these things I want to say
Why is it the more we meet, the more my heart feels like it’ll tear, every time
I draw close to those red-stained lips and want to break down, violently
The way things are, the way things are, don’t blame only yourself for it
Don’t let go of this hand
But I hurt you, didn’t I? You cried suddenly
“I’m sorry,” the gentle rain drenches the lost us
You’re not alone anymore, like this your heart, all of you, has been snatched
I draw close to those red-stained lips and want to break down, violently
The ever-coming seasons change only you
Don’t let go of this hand
I need da kiss that stars from those lips, those alluring lips
Hitten’ da heart this is a sick
Why is it the more we meet, the more my heart feels like it’ll tear, every time
I draw close to those red-stained lips and want to break down, violently
The way things are, the way things are, don’t blame only yourself for it
Don’t let go of this hand