Traduzione del testo della canzone Breakaway - In Hearts Wake
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Breakaway
(originale)
Can you see what you’ve become hiding yourself behind a loaded gun?
You will never feel true love living in the shadow of the sun
The hopeless now lie crawling on their knees
And who will lead with compassion in their hands?
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know
Take, take away
Take from the dead, they are living proof
Try to breathe the smoke-filled air haunted by the voices of the dead
You will never win the war or wash away the blood that has been shed
The hopeless now lie crawling on their knees
And who will lead with compassion in their hands?
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know
Take, take away
Take from the dead, they are living proof
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know
Take, take away
Take from this life-it's the only fucking truth
To the cowards who sit back and watch
Fathers become a casualty notch:
Where are they now the truth is out?
To the Mothers who grieve and cry
While their children fight back and die:
Where are they now the truth is out?
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know
Take, take away
Take from the dead, they are living proof
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know
Take, take away
Take from this life-it's the only fucking truth
This is the only fucking truth
(traduzione)
Riesci a vedere cosa sei diventato nascondendoti dietro una pistola carica?
Non sentirai mai il vero amore vivendo all'ombra del sole
I senza speranza ora giacciono strisciando in ginocchio
E chi guiderà con compassione nelle loro mani?
Rompi, staccati
Rompere dal passato
Rompi da tutto ciò che sai
Prendi, porta via
Prendi dai morti, sono la prova vivente
Prova a respirare l'aria piena di fumo ossessionata dalle voci dei morti
Non vincerai mai la guerra né laverai via il sangue che è stato versato
I senza speranza ora giacciono strisciando in ginocchio