данный текст является косвенным переводом этого стихотворения:
http://stihi.ru/2006/10/18-473
String is supposed to be strong,
Needles are shiny and very sharp...
Stop playing with me!
Stop playing with me!
You'll leave a scar.
Pillows are white on your bed,
Holding my feelings of blushing red,
Don't hold anymore,
You can let them go,
They're playing dead,
Anyway...
Chorus:
And I spread
Melting glasses of morning windows
On my bread...
You're somebody who took my freedom,
I'll forget
Melting glances of future heroes,
All I need -
Threads and needles.
Tell me the most bitter truth,
Don't try to hide it in broken shell,
It's never your fault,
Your pepper&salt
Will never help.
Time is my needle and thread,
Heart sewing lessons are not that bad,
I'm saying "No more",
Scar's burning and sore -
That's what I get
For my love...
Chorus.