Laura Marling - My Manic and I [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva, the mountains can cover the shape of his nose
He wants to die where nobody can see him but the beauty of his death
Will carry on so I don't believe him

He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and sometimes I believe him
And sometimes I'm convinced my friends think I am crazy, get scared and call him but he's usually hazy

By one in the morning day is not ended, by two he is scared that sleep is no friend, and by four he will drink but cannot feel it, sleep will not come because sleep does not will it and I dont believe him
Morning is mocking me

I'll wander the streets avoiding them eats until the ring on my finger slips to the ground
A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city the veins of which have broken me down
And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me

Oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me
He believes in the love of his god of all things, but I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins
The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him
I can't control you I don't know you well, these are the reasons I think that you're ill
I can't control you I don't know you well, these are the reasons I think that you're ill

And since last that we parted last that I saw him down by a river silent and hardened, morning was mocking us. Blood hit the sky
I was just happy, my manic and I
He couldn't see me the sun was in his eyes and birds were singing to calm us down. And birds were singing to calm us down
And I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend. I don't believe in a fairytale end. I dont keep my head up all of the time
I find it dull when my heart meets my mind
Though I hardly know you I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that we're ill
I hardly know you I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that I'm ill
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
My nihilist, my happy man my manic and I have no plans to move on
The birds are singing to calm us down
And birds are singing to calm us down