I do not exist," we faithfully insi

I do not exist," we faithfully insist,Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravel.Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying,Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell.Such distance from our friends,Like a scratch across the lens,Made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood.And our paper blew away before we'd left the bay.So half-blind, we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters.I'd set my course for land, but you well understand,It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves,As there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun.The cloth low on the mast, I say I got no past,I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son.The tarnish on my brass, the mildew on my glass-I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.But a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure,And I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!I still tastes its kiss, that dull hook in my lipIs a memory as useless as a rod without a reel.To an anchor ever dropped, sea-sick yet still docked,Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel.Floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong,We keep our confessions long, but when we pray we keep it short.I drank a thimble full of fire,I'm not ever coming back...Oh, my God."I do not exist," we faithfully insist,While watching sink the heavy ship with everything we knew.And if ever you come near, I'll hold up high a mirror.Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you!

Результаты (английский) 1:

I do not exist, "we faithfully insist,
Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravel.
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying,
Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell.
Such distance from our friends,
Like a scratch across the the lens,
Made everything look wrong from Anywhere
we Stood.
And Our paper the Blew away the before
we'd left the bay.
for So the half-blind,
we wrote for These songs on sheets of salty wood.

Caught me-making eyes AT the OTHER Boatman's wives,
And heard louder me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters.
I'd set my course for land, but you understand well,
It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.
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of As there's Mistakes I of've made the no rowing Could outrun.
Of low on cloth of The the mast, I of say The I of the no's I got the past,
I of'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary Have's son is.

Up my tarnish the on of The brass, the mildew on up my glass-
I of by never'd want someone crass as with the SO to want someone like me.
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And I of assure you, IT WAS not what I of expected IT to the BE!
Still tastes its I kiss, that dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel.
The ever an the anchor the To dropped, sea-SICK yet to still docked,
Captain spotted a napping with a His first mate AT the wheel.

Floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong,
We keep our confessions long, but when we pray we keep it short.
I drank a thimble I of full of fire,
I of the ever'm not coming back ...
of Oh, up my God.

"I of do not The exist,"
we faithfully Insist,
the While watching sink the ship with heavy
we Knew everything.
And if ever you come near, I 'll hold up high a mirror.
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you!

Результаты (английский) 2:

I don't exist," we faithfully insist,
Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravel.
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying,
Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell.
Such distance from our friends,
Like a scratch across the lens,
Made everything look wrong from anywhere we stand.
And our paper blew away before we'd left the bay.
So half-blind, we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.

Caught me making eyes on the other boatman's wives,
And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters.
I'd set my course for land, but you well understand,
It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves,
As there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun.
The cloth low on the mast, I say I got no past,
I'm a librarian and the secretary's son.

The tarnish on my brass, the mildew on my glass-
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.
But a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure,
And I assure you, it wasn't what I expected it to be!
I still tastes its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel.
To an anchor ever dropped, sea-sick yet still docked,
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel.

Floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong,
We keep our confessions long, but when we pray we keep it short.
I drank a thimble full of fire,
I'm not ever coming back...
Oh, my God.

"I don't exist," we faithfully insist,
While watching sink the heavy ship with everything we knew.
And if ever you come near, I'll hold up high a mirror.
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you are!

Результаты (английский) 3:

I do not exist.
In our separate ships and from each tiny caravel.
When trying, there is a necessary dying,
Like horseshoe crab in her proper season shell.
Such distance from our friends，
Like a scratch across the lens,
Everything is wrong, where we stop.
Our paper was blue before we left the bar.
So half blind, we wrote these stories about healthy wood.
Let me in the eyes of another man
Tell their daughter what I laughed at a long time ago.
I will take my land, but you will understand,
It took a step to navigate the waters of adulteros.
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves，
And with my mistakes, I let no wine go.
I said I didn't go there,
I don't understand librarian and the son of the Secretariat.
It's on my shoulders, it's on my ankles
I never wanted anyone to like me.
But there was a sense of leaving the showroom, I had a shining moon,
I believe you, this is not what I expect!
I'm still carrying her kiss. It's rubbish in my life
This is a memory of useless as a soulless rock.
A common dream, the voice of the sea is still a doctor,
Captain spoted napping with his first mate at the wheel.
Floating forgetfully along，with no need to be strong，
We have been in our meeting for a long time, but when we practice, we keep it short.
I drew a complete fire,
I never came back
Oh, my God!
"I don't exist."
When you're on the boat waiting for everything we know.
If you come, I will put a very good person.
Lord, I don't know you are beautiful!