Nail — текст песни (Bjork)

Walk through here



When Ive been just by myself

I start thinking too much

Unhealthy things start to happen

Like gastric disorders



I just go out walking

With my favourite piece of wood

With a 4 inch nail driven through it



When I am just by myself

I think too much

I start polishing my behaviour

Without any mercy



Somehow people

Dont seem to like me,

I dont know why,

I really dont want to hurt them



When Ive been just by myself

I start thinking too much

I know Im not talkative

What! Ive become dry?

An emotional biscuit

Thats nonsense!

Sir, this nail of yours is rusty

Its evil



I like them but when I hit them

They scream and run away

Even though I say Im sorry.

I like meeting people.