Текст песни The Legendary Pink Dots - Pennies For Heaven
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Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We were dining on the wreckage - white napkins round our necks, we took our plastic spoons and ate. We ate until we couldn't move, 'til sunset turned the desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion. A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case as angels chanted, "You can't take it with you..." So we're told, Heaven's paved with gold-but it HAS to come from somewhere?! Paradise. It has its price. We're forced to crawl through needle's eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one. Копейки для небес В погоне за падалью мы следили за взрывом серебряной птицы. Мы прошли на цыпочках сквозь стену дыма и ухватились за чью-то руку, но обнаружили, что она сама по себе. Мы обедали на развалинах - белые салфетки на шеях, мы достали свои пластиковые ложки и ели. Мы ели до тех пор, пока не могли пошевелиться, пока закат не окрасил пустыню в красное, а изумленные души не вознеслись в Забвение. Толстяк с виноватым лицом задержался, пытаясь спрятать свой дипломат, а ангелы пели: "Тебе не взять это с собой..." Нам было сказано, что Небеса вымощены золотом, но оно ведь ДОЛЖНО откуда-то взяться? Рай. У него есть своя цена. Нам пришлось ползти сквозь угольное ушко. Наша цена. Наш выбор. Мы редко делаем правильный... Смотрите также:
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Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We were dining on the wreckage - white napkins round our necks, we took our plastic spoons and ate. We ate until we couldn't move, 'til sunset turned the desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion. A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case as angels chanted, "You can't take it with you ..." So we're told, Heaven's paved with gold-but it HAS to come from somewhere?! Paradise. It has its price. We're forced to crawl through needle's eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one.
Penny for heaven
In pursuit of carrion we watched the explosion of a silver bird. We went on tiptoe through a wall of smoke and jumped at someone's hand , but found that it is in itself . We had dinner in the ruins - white napkins around their necks , we got their plastic spoons and ate . We ate up until could not move until sunset in the desert is not colored red , and bewildered soul is not ascended into oblivion . Fat man with a guilty face lingered , trying to hide his briefcase , and the angels sang : " You can not take it with you ... " We were told that the heavens are paved with gold , but it in fact should take somewhere ? Paradise. He has his own price . We had to crawl through the eye of a needle . Our price . Our choice. We rarely do the right ...
