Перевод песни Paris Paloma - LABOUR - the cacophony

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger

24∕7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It’s not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour

Why are you hangin’ on so tight
To the rope that I’m hangin’ from off this island?
This was an escape plan (this was an escape plan), carefully timed it
So let me go and dive into the waves below

Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
Emotional torture from the head of your high table
Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?
And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting
And I’m gettin’ fucking tired

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour

The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour

Apologies from my tongue are never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
I know you’re a smart man (I know you’re a smart man), and weaponise
The false incompetence, it’s dominance under a guise

If we had a daughter, I’d watch and could not save her
The emotional torture from the head of your high table
She’d do what you taught her, she’d meet the same cruel fate
So now I’ve gotta run, so I can undo this mistake
At least I’ve gotta try