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Every time a guy writes a song, he’s a cowboy, a sailor
– Har safar yigit qo’shiq yozganda, u kovboy, dengizchi
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
– Birinchi kashshof kabi kaftida dunyo bilan o’ynash
Every time he opens his mouth, it’s a loud movie trailer
– Har safar u og’zini ochganda, bu baland ovozli film treyleri
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here
– U o’ylagan har bir tasvir va tovushni qirqish bu erda bo’lganligini isbotlaydi
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain
– Qo’l, boshoq, jismoniy kurash, yorug’lik chirog’i, parda
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, a height, a dive, a burden
– To’lov, ushr, vaqt o’tishi, balandlik, sho’ng’in, yuk
A girl, a night, a typical type, a siren in the water
– Bir qiz, bir kecha, odatda, bir tur, suvda sirena
A scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father
– O’tkazish, bosh irg’ash, Xudodan xabar, o’g’il, Muqaddas ota
Every time a guy writes a song, he’s a sailor, a cowboy
– Har safar yigit qo’shiq yozganda, u dengizchi, kovboy
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
– Dunyoni o’zi yaratgandek kaftida ushlab turish
Every time I open my mouth, I think, “Wow, what a loud noise”
– Har safar og’zimni ochganimda, “Voy, qanday baland shovqin”deb o’ylayman.
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed
– Hali ham sovun qutisida, shunchaki umid qilamanki
The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow
– Qo’l, qalam, yana yozuv, tol atrofidagi shamol
The felt, the ice, the passage of time, the melting down the window
– Kigiz, muz, vaqt o’tishi, derazadan erishi
The now, the then, the thinking of “when,” the bottle in the ocean
– Hozir, o’sha paytda, “qachon, ” okeandagi shisha haqida o’ylash
The strike, the pause, the message from God forbid she shows emotion
– Ish tashlash, pauza, Xudodan kelgan xabar u hissiyotlarni namoyish etadi
This isn’t rage, it’s worth a mention
– Bu g’azab emas, eslatib o’tishga arziydi
This is a fake internal tension
– Bu soxta ichki kuchlanish
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
– Ba’zan, men bir fikrni tarqataman
And stand on its back to gauge attention
– Va diqqatni o’lchash uchun uning orqasida turing
This isn’t rage, it’s too specific
– Bu g’azab emas, bu juda aniq
I like to hate symbolic limits
– Men ramziy chegaralardan nafratlanishni yaxshi ko’raman
This is no statement, I’m complicit
– Bu hech qanday bayonot emas, men sherikman
This is a dream, God put me in it
– Bu tush, Xudo meni unga qo’ydi
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, the wind around the willow
– Qo’l, boshoq, jismoniy kurash, tol atrofidagi shamol
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, the melting down the window
– To’lov, ushr, vaqt o’tishi, derazadan erishi
The now, the then, the thinking of “when,” the siren in the water
– Hozir, o’sha paytda, “qachon, ” suvdagi sirena haqida o’ylash
The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?
– Ish tashlash, pauza, Xudodan kelgan xabar, bu meni uning qizi qiladimi?
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump, a score under the wire
– Qo’l, shov – shuv, vodiy, sakrash, sim ostidagi ball
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Meni supurib tashlang, shunchaki supurib tashlang va balandroq joyga olib boring
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Meni supurib tashlang, shunchaki supurib tashlang va balandroq joyga olib boring
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Meni supurib tashlang, shunchaki supurib tashlang va balandroq joyga olib boring
