Lost For Words

Pink Floyd

I was spending my time in the doldrums (rovníkové pásmo - klidná oblast přeneseně)
I was caught in a cauldron of hate (velkém kotli nenávisti)
I felt persecuted (pronásledován) and paralysed (ochromen, paralyzován)
I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed (zachvácen) in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr (mučit se) yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the right one walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted (zkažené) by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy (břečťan) grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean (vyrovnat si účty, udělat tlustou čáru)
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win