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Лютомысл
2012 - Превозмогая Вавилон
05 - Раб / Slave
• Раб
Нет движенья без кнута,
Нет спасенья без креста,
За пряником судьба
Твоя волочится!
Плеть – подпора, плеть – забор,
Сам хозяин себе вор!
Самозванца сгубит трон
Его высочества!
Видишь солнце – ищешь тень,
Ночью плачешь: «Где же день?».
Встать с колен бы, но зачем?..
И так всегда.
Жажду солью заглушить,
Огонь соломой затушить,
Самому судьбу вершить —
Одна беда!
Избегайте!
Почитайте!
Избегайте искусства,
Ту боль породившего,
Что костью застывшей
В горле сидит!
Почитайте забвение,
Ваш путь – отрешение,
Болото спокойствия,
Зима седин!
Презирайте!
Обожайте!
Презирайте путь воина,
Над, под землёю ль он,
Гнушаясь судьбою,
Своей жизнью он жил!
Обожайте трагедии,
Что астмой раздуты
В скуки минуты,
В отсутствие сил!
• Slave
No movement without a knout
No salvation without a cross
Your fate is drawn
To recompense
A whip is a support, a whip is a fence
The master is the theif
Impostor will fall by the hand
of his highness
You see the sun – you seek a shade
You cry at night wishing it were day
You could get up from your knees, but there’s no need..
As thus have always been
Satisfying thirst with salt
Putting out a fire with straw
Being a master of your fate —
It’s all the same
Shun!
Revere!
Shun the art
That has created that pain
Which is the bone
Stuck in your throat
Revere oblivion
Your way – repudiation
A slough of calm
Grey-haired winter
Despise!
Adore!
Despise the warrior’s way
Be it above or under ground
For he disdained his fate
And lived his own life
Adore tragedies
Inflated with asthma
When boredom takes over
When strength is gone
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Lutomysl
2012 - Forceing Babylon
05 - Slave / Slave
• Slave
No moving without whip,
No salvation without a cross,
For gingerbread fate
Your throat!
Sweet - Puzzle, Slap - Fence,
The owner itself is a thief!
The impostor is thundering
His Highness!
See the sun - you are looking for a shadow,
At night you pay: "Where is the day?".
Stand with your knees, but why? ..
Always like this.
Thirst for salt soak,
Fire straw to slightly
The destiny itself should be
One trouble!
Avoid!
Read!
Avoid art
TU pain of thoring,
That the bone of the frozen
In the throat sits!
Read oblivion
Your way is a decree,
Marsh of calm
Winter Swinus!
Wrone!
Love!
Despise the way of warrior
Over, under the ground he
Bent the fate
He lived his life!
Adore tragedy
That asthma is bloated
In boredom minutes
In the absence of forces!
• Slave.
No Movement WITHOUT A KNOUT
No Salvation WITHOUT A CROSS
Your Fate Is Drawn
To Recompensse
A Whip IS A Support, A Whip Is a Fence
THE MASTER IS THEIF
ImpoStor Will Fall by The Hand
Of his highness
You See The Sun - You Seek A Shade
You Cry At Night Wishing It Were Day
You Could Get Up From Your Knees, But There's No Need ..
AS Thus Have Always Been
Satisfying Thirst WITH SALT
Putting Out a Fire With Straw
Being a Master Of Your Fate -
IT's All The Same
Shun!
Revere!
Shun the Art.
That Has Created That Pain
Which is the bone
Stuck in Your Throat
Revere Oblivion.
Your Way - Repudiation
A Slough of Calm
GREY-HAIRED WINTER
DESPISE!
Adore!
Despise The Warrior's Way
BE IT ABOVE OR UNDER GROUND
For He Disdained His Fate
And Lived His Own Life
ADORE TRAGEDIES.
Inflated with Asthma.
WHEN BOREDOM TAKES OVER
WHEN STRENGTH IS GONE
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