Текст песни Sonata Arctica - Picturing The Past
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In the memory of The Nameless One and his story. In a house where no one never sleeps, lays a man who sees more with his eyes Picturing the past before him, in a bed, alone, with clothes on Paying for a service he doesn't really need With his eyes, he sees more love and lust more tears, far too much to handle Can't tell a soul, not this time, they'd lock him right up Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul In his mind, oh so jaded, he's gone too far behind Of all the visions seen, this one makes him scream He cannot live neither die in this world Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts? Making up for the crimes of your life With scythe as your sword, you must fight 'till the end of time Don't look behind, or you will fall through the time Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding the secret. Your time is up when you see the light You can live as a noble man but when time, You won't be left behind With the sound of time ringing in his head, He leaves the house where no-one never sleeps Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of life is here Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream "Воплощая былое" (перевод) В доме, где никто никогда не спит, лежит человек, видящая более прочих своими глазами. Воплощая перед собой картины былого в постели, один, не раздеваясь, воздавая за услугу, что не имеет ценности для него. Своими глазами он видит больше любви и похоти, больше слез, гораздо больше, чем можно пережить. Но он никому ничего не поведает, не сейчас, иначе его сочтут психом. Слишком много кущей, объятых пламенем, слишком много для него одного. В своих мучительных поисках он забрел в глубины прошлого, Но из всего виденного лишь одна картина заставляет его кричать. Он не может ни жить, ни умереть в этом мире. Чувства, сгорающие внутри, представляешь ли, что это за боль? Воздавая за прегрешения своей жизни, Взяв косу, словно меч, тебе должно сражаться до скончания времен. Не оглядывайся, иначе упадешь в бездну времени. Только время позволит тебя заглянуть за занавесь, что скрывает тайну. Ты поймешь, что время твое истекло, когда увидишь свет. Можешь жить достойно, но когда наступит время, Ты не будешь забыт. Оглушаемый звоном времени в голове, Он покидает дом, где никто никогда не спит. Работа выполнена хорошо, если хоть один ею доволен. Прятаться бесполезно, ибо картинки исчезнут со временем. Дар жизни – в поисках победителя нынешнего дня, Из всего виденного лишь одна картина заставляет его кричать... Смотрите также:
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In the memory of The Nameless One and his story.
In a house where no one never sleeps,
lays a man who sees more with his eyes
Picturing the past before him,
in a bed, alone, with clothes on
Paying for a service he doesn't really need
With his eyes, he sees more love and lust
more tears, far too much to handle
Can't tell a soul, not this time, they'd lock him right up
Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul
In his mind, oh so jaded, he's gone too far behind
Of all the visions seen, this one makes him scream
He cannot live neither die in this world
Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?
Making up for the crimes of your life
With scythe as your sword,
you must fight 'till the end of time
Don't look behind, or you will fall through the time
Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding
the secret. Your time is up when you see the light
You can live as a noble man but when time,
You won't be left behind
With the sound of time ringing in his head,
He leaves the house where no-one never sleeps
Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased
Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time
Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of life is here
Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream
" Embodying the Past" (translation)
In the house where no one ever sleeps ,
lies a man , seeing with my own eyes over the other .
Embodying a picture of the former
in bed , alone, without undressing
Paying for a service that has no value for him.
His eyes, he sees more love and lust ,
more tears , far more than can survive .
But he did not tell anyone , not now , otherwise it will consider crazy .
Too many tabernacles, flames , too much for him alone .
In his painful quest he wandered into the depths of the past ,
But of all he had seen only one picture makes him scream .
He can neither live nor die in this world.
Feelings, burning up inside, Is it for pain ?
Paying homage for the sins of his life,
Taking a scythe , like a sword ,
you must fight until the end of time .
Do not look back , otherwise you will fall into the abyss of time.
Only time will allow you to look behind the curtain that hides
secret. You understand that your time is up, when you see the light.
You can live with dignity, but when the time comes ,
You will not be forgotten.
Deafened by the sound of time in my head ,
He leaves the house where no one ever sleeps .
The work is done well , if at least one happy with it .
Hide useless for pictures disappear with time.
The gift of life - in search of the winner of this day ,
From all he had seen only one picture makes him scream ...
