Letra 'Mirrors' de 'Envy On The Coast' traducida al español

Dear Miss White,

Put down this night.
You wouldn't believe how much it Snows
in the summer heat.
With red iron feet,
you'll be nursing a bloody nose.

Princess, rest.
We'll talk in our sleep,
but I wouldn't dare to sit too close.
I can't be your prince.
Though your secrets are safe,
I am the mirror who can't let go.

With hair as Black as night,
her skin, a dead, pearly White,
and blood red, on the bathroom wall...

With every breath
and every intake,
tip toe further away.
You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
That's not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
the bones that you've bought,
the blood that you've lost...
you built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

Let this apartment breathe,
'cause it's what it needs.
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you.
I think like a saint,
but swing like a thief,
and inadvertently leading you
to believe I'm your prince,
adorn your bedroom with hints.
Take the Red from your eyes
and ink it into your skin.
Now watch what you say,
'cause there's nothing Gray,
about the color of your sin.

A fix. Just a little bit.
Give the girl enough to sleep through this.
So, stop staring at the mirror
before it tells you the truth.
Operate or it'll kill you too.

With every breath
and every intake,
tip toe further away.
You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
That's not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
the bones that you've bought,
the blood that you've lost...
you built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

With every breath
and every intake,
tip toe further away.
You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
You need to see the pieces you've thrown away.
All the cold that you caught,
the bones that you've bought,
the blood that you've lost...
keep your body get the hell away...

From,
Me

Querida señorita White,

Deja esta noche.
No vas a creer lo mucho que Nieves
en el calor del verano.
Con pies de hierro rojo,
se le de enfermería con la nariz sangrando.

Princesa, el descanso.
Vamos a hablar en nuestro sueño,
pero yo no me atrevería a sentarse demasiado cerca.
No puedo ser tu príncipe.
A pesar de sus secretos están a salvo,
Yo soy el espejo que no puede dejar ir.

Con el pelo tan Negro como la noche,
su piel, un muerto, de color blanco nacarado,
y el rojo sangre, en la pared del baño ...

Con cada respiración
y el consumo de cada,
punta de los pies más lejos.
Que la respiración y enrojecidos, cansados ??error.
No soy un salvador. No soy un santo.
Eso no es lo que necesita de todos modos.
Todo el frío que se llamó,
los huesos que has comprado,
la sangre que ha perdido ...
que construyó su cuerpo en el ataúd donde duerme.

Deje que este apartamento respirar,
Porque es lo que necesita.
Me estoy ahogando el reloj para mantenerlo.
Creo que como un santo,
pero swing como un ladrón,
y sin darse cuenta que los principales
a creer que yo soy tu príncipe,
adornar tu habitación con recuerdos.
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!