танцев, пропитанные ранами. Рваными одеждами, в надежде на покой, Наша судьба-это небо, и вечный бой. Наша судьба – это небо, И мой вопрос, остается
Бесконечный споp с судьбой - Кто пpедсказан, а кто нет. Бесконечный споp с собой Длится много сотен лет. А ответа всё нет, Hо гоpит свеча. Стаpый плащ
Le long de la route, laisser vivre la vie Glisser sans retenir Mais les mots ne sont que les mots Pas les plus importants On y met nos sens propres
[Intro- Spoken:] Yeah I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now But hey, what daddy always tell you? Straighten up little soldier
to play The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense
I hear your voice from beyond It cuts deep through my skin My life without aim - my life without sense My life without aim - my life without sense The
Une nuit je m'endors avec lui Mais je sais qu'on nous l'interdit Et je sens la fievre qui me mord Sans que j'ai l'ombre d'un remords Et l'aurore m'apporte
I know when it's over And I know when I'm done I know we can't get lower And I know you're not the one So just take another moment And decide what you
[backing vox : Feutse]
Our every future has been foretold The contradictions are growing old Into the unknown we all were born Suspense eats away, inside we're torn An unsolved
Through time and space Evolution of universe can't be stopped Nature patries on some real events through her infinite power No distinction between god
Перевод: Мученик. Бесконечные Vortex К Стирание Судьбы.
: I know when it's over And I know when I'm done I know we can't get lower And I know you're not the one So just take another moment And decide what
They try to change your life They turn you into a puppet You want to run to midnight They say, they move your fate Sometimes they take all of what you
In a time when some men knew this power Only those men realised their desires by invoking those infernal ghosts Infernal forces, you're going to be lost
Astral spirits run through the limbos Where no physical laws could govern there The old time is lost when human being Worshipped God, was afraid of him