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Lirika
Sometimes, I wonder if I should be medicated
– Ba’zan, men dori bo’lishi kerak, agar men hayron
If I would feel better just lightly sedated
– Men yaxshi faqat engil sedatize his qilaman, agar
The feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it
– Tuyg’u juda tez keladi va men uni boshqara olmayman
I’m on fire, but I’m trying not to show it
– Men olovdaman, lekin buni ko’rsatmaslikka harakat qilaman
As it picks me up, puts me down
– Bu meni oladi, deb, meni pastga qo’yadi
It picks me up, puts me down
– U meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
Picks me up, puts me down
– Meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
A hundred times a day
– Kuniga yuz marta
It picks me up, puts me down
– U meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
Chews me up, spits me out
– Meni chaynadi, tupuradi
Picks me up, puts me down
– Meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
I’m always running from something
– Men har doim bir narsadan yuguraman
I push it back, but it keeps on coming
– Men uni orqaga suraman, lekin u kelishda davom etmoqda
And being clever never got me very far
– Va aqlli bo’lish meni hech qachon uzoqqa olib bormadi
Because it’s all in my head
– Chunki hammasi mening boshimda
“You’re too sensitive”, they said
– “Siz juda sezgirsiz” , deyishdi
I said, “Okay, but let’s discuss this at the hospital”
– Men: “yaxshi, lekin buni kasalxonada muhokama qilaylik”, dedim.
(As it) picks me up, puts me down
– (U kabi) meni ko’taradi, meni pastga qo’yadi
Picks me up, puts me down
– Meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
Picks me up, puts me down
– Meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
A hundred times a day
– Kuniga yuz marta
Picks me up, puts me down
– Meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
Chews me up, spits me out
– Meni chaynadi, tupuradi
Picks me up, puts me down
– Meni ko’taradi, pastga tushiradi
But I hear the music, I feel the beat
– Lekin men musiqani eshitaman, ritmni his qilaman
And for a moment, when I’m dancing, I am free
– Va bir lahzaga, men raqsga tushganimda, men ozodman
I hear the music, I feel the beat
– Men musiqani eshitaman, ritmni his qilaman
And for a moment, when I’m dancing, I am free
– Va bir lahzaga, men raqsga tushganimda, men ozodman
I am free
– Men ozodman
Is this how it is? Is this how it’s always been?
– Bu qanday? Bu har doim shunday bo’lganmi?
To exist in the face of suffering and death
– Azob va o’lim oldida mavjud bo’lish
And somehow still keep singing?
– Va negadir hali qo’shiq davom?
Oh, like Christ up on a cross
– Oh, xochdagi Masih kabi
Who died for us, who died for what?
– Biz uchun kim o’ldi, kim nima uchun o’ldi?
Oh, don’t you wanna call it off?
– Oh, siz uni chaqirishni xohlamaysizmi?
But there is nothing else that I know how to do
– Lekin men qanday qilishni biladigan boshqa hech narsa yo’q
But to open up my arms and give it all to you
– Ammo qo’llarimni ochib, hammasini sizga berish
‘Cause I hear the music, I feel the beat
– – Chunki men musiqani eshitaman, ritmni his qilaman
And for a moment, when I’m dancing, I am free
– Va bir lahzaga, men raqsga tushganimda, men ozodman
I am free
– Men ozodman
I am free
– Men ozodman
I am free
– Men ozodman
