Strum [Hungarian translation]

It will be so perfect, I said. Too beautiful for words.

It will be so perfect I said.

My words are stupid, worthless, merely so much noise

I want to cover up the wall

Good things never really run the first time through

Adapted for our latest ploy

A pantomime of feeling good good good!

And waving as the smile just sits

But really I have never cared less in my life

To ever smile again.

I sit before the mirror white and draw my red eyes black.

My head is full of everyone you ever knew

Reflected, tired and cracked.

My act is empty, hopeless only so much luck

A show to cover up the stage

All this strewn to satisfy another you in

Acting out this tired charade.

A pantomime of feeling good good good good gooooood!

Drowning as the smile drips down.

But really I have never cared less in my life

Whatever turns around.

I sit before the mirror cold and paint my black mouth red.

Your head is full of everyone I ever knew

Reflected, old and dead.

It will still be perfect, you said. Too beautiful for words.

It will still be perfect

• Artist:The Cure
• Album:The Cure (2004)