Текст песни Van Der Graaf Generator - Every Bloody Emperor
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Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же: вера в человеческую натуру, справедливость и равенство... Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас. Незначительно то изменение, когда наше голосование становится простой формальностью, и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас до ролей рабов и невольников во имя новой империи. Да, и каждый кровавый император требует, чтобы свобода была его личным делом, когда он вбивает свое всеобщее прикосновение как экстренные параграфы. К народам народы обращаются на языке канавы; обменянные инсульты в прайм-тайм на импульсы империи простираются через экраны. Истина повержена на колени; ложь внедрена беспредельно, и пока эти повторения не станут официальной доктриной, мы - предатели неверия. С каким же бессилием мы горюем о демократическом процессе, пока наши славные лидеры тайно договариваются накормить нас последними остатками диктаторского презрения во имя новой империи. Да, и каждый кровавый император тянет свои руки к юбке истории, когда позирует для потомства, стоя на свежевыкопанной грязи. Да, и каждый кровавый император с мерзкой ухмылкой на губах говорит о своем способе выхода из положения почти что попало, но ложь - внутри, потому что каждый кровавый император думает, что его право управлять - свято, так что он будет изворачиваться и изворачиваться, и изворачиваться до своего конца. Незначительно то изменение, когда один за одним наши голоса затихают, и двойные стандарты пропаганды сковывают весь наш праведный гнев. Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же: вера в человеческую натуру. Но наша вера исчезает - с приближением к финишу, мы - всего лишь рабы и невольники в тот момент, когда империя рушится. Every Bloody Emperor By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on. Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures and our lords and masters determine to cast us in the roles of serfs and slaves in the new empire's name. Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause. Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter; trading primetime insults the imperial impulse extends across the screen. Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum till their repetition becomes a dictum we're traitors to disbelieve. With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us the last dregs of imperious disdain in the new empire's name. Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt. Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter and the double standards of propaganda still all our righteous rage. By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. But our faith diminishes - close to the finish, we're only serfs and slaves as the empire decays. Смотрите также:
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Gives strength to all of us the same thing :
faith in human nature ,
justice and equality ...
Everything that we have - the belief that leads us .
Then slightly change
when our vote
becomes a mere formality ,
and our lords and masters have overthrown
to the role of slaves and slaves
in the name of the new empire .
Yes, and every bloody emperor demands
that freedom was a private matter ,
when he drives in its universal touch
as emergency paragraphs.
To the peoples of the nations are turning to the language of the ditch ;
exchanged insults in primetime
pulses at Empire
extend through the screens .
Truth defeated on his knees ;
lie introduced indefinitely ,
and while these will not be repeating
official doctrine ,
we - traitors disbelief.
With what we grieve impotence
of the democratic process ,
until our glorious leaders
secretly agree to feed us
the last remnants of the dictatorial contempt
in the name of the new empire .
Yes, and every bloody emperor
pulls his hands to the skirt story
when posing for posterity
standing on the freshly dug dirt.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
with a nasty grin on his lips
talks about his way out of the situation
almost horrible , but lie - inside
because every bloody emperor
thinks his right to rule - holy,
so that it will dodge and dodge,
and twist to its end .
Then slightly change
When one by one our voices fade away ,
propaganda and double standards
stifle all our righteous anger .
Gives strength to all of us the same thing :
faith in human nature .
But our faith disappears - approaching the finish line ,
we - just slaves and slaves
at that moment , when the empire collapses.
Every Bloody Emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity ... all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
