Translation of A stroke of luck by Garbage

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Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me

I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Itīs falling down and
All around me falling

You say that youīll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break
Youīll never change me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Youīre falling down and
All around me falling

Stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now

Donīt ask me why
Donīt even try

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Itīs falling down and
All around me falling

Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling.

Translate to: --Select-- Spanish English Arabic Czech Danish German Estonian Finnish French Dutch Greek Hebrew Haitian Creole Hungarian Indonesian Italian Japanese Korean Lithuanian Latvian Norwegian Polish Portuguese Romanian Russian Slovak Slovene Swedish Thai Turkish Ukrainian Vietnamese Simplified Chinese Traditional Chinese

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me

I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Itīs falling down and
All around me falling

You say that youīll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break
Youīll never change me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Youīre falling down and
All around me falling

Stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now

Donīt ask me why
Donīt even try

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Itīs falling down and
All around me falling

Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling.