Текст песни Spiritual Front - Border
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Я плачу высокую цену. Скажи, какой из грехов самый полезный? Он будет хранить во мне жизнь, несмотря ни на что, Он сможет стряхнуть с меня пустое оцепенение. Накажи меня и унизь, чтоб вернуть мою верность, Чтобы сломать мои кости. Поступи со мной жестоко, чтобы моё бесполезное существо задрожало. Оставь таких, как я, в конце пути. Оставь таких, как я, на острие клинка. Прекрасный человек, вроде тебя, создал великий путь, Отец, вроде тебя, отправил по нему сына, Возложив тяжкую ношу на моё бледное тело, Заставив чувствовать жестокие угрызения совести И вечную тошноту от идеалов. Вера не спасет меня от самого себя И твои слова не сделают из меня святого. Оставь таких, как я, в конце пути. Оставь таких, как я, на острие клинка. =================== I'm paying a heavy debt Tell me what is the most fertile sin The one that despite all could keep me still alive The one that could shake my improductive torpor Give me a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake my serves, that can break my bones. Make me a severe move that could make my useless existance tremble. Leave those like me at the end of this road. Leave those like me on the edge of this blade. Elegant men like you have created a great road to march on and a father like you inflicted it on a son without quality Make it weigh strongly on my pale body Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse and the obsessive nausea of ideals Faith will not save me from myself Nor will your words make me a saint Leave those like me at the end of this road. Leave those like me on the edge of this blade. Смотрите также:
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I pay a high price.
Tell me, what is the most useful of sins ?
He will keep me alive , no matter what ,
He will be able to shake off the torpor me empty .
Punish me and humiliate to return my loyalty ,
To break my bones .
Treated me cruelly to my useless creature trembled .
Be like me , at the end.
Be like me , on the edge of the blade.
Lovely people , like you , has created a great way
Father, like you , sent to him a son,
Laid a heavy burden on my pale body
Forcing brutal feel remorse
And the eternal ideals of nausea .
Faith does not save me from myself
And your words do not make me a saint.
Be like me , at the end.
Be like me , on the edge of the blade.
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I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despite all could keep me still alive
The one that could shake my improductive torpor
Give me a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake my serves,
that can break my bones.
Make me a severe move that could make my useless existance tremble.
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
Elegant men like you have created a great road to march on
and a father like you inflicted it on a son without quality
Make it weigh strongly on my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
and the obsessive nausea of ideals
Faith will not save me from myself
Nor will your words make me a saint
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
