Traducción de la letra A stroke of luck de Garbage

Idioma Origen:

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 devil´s claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

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

You say that you´ll 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
You´ll never change me

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

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

Don´t ask me why
Don´t even try

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

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

Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling.
Idioma Destino:

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 devil´s claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

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

You say that you´ll 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
You´ll never change me

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

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

Don´t ask me why
Don´t even try

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

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

Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling.