Ëàáèðèíò.
Down on your knees to find your way
Âñòàòü íà êîëåíè ,÷òîáû íàéòè ñâîé ïóòü
Through this labyrinth of whys
×åðåç ýòîò ëàáèðèíò ïðè÷èí.
Time and again, rig and replay,
Íåîäíîêðàòíûõ,óñòàíîâèòü è âîñïðîèçâåñòè ,
When nothing justifies
Êîãäà íè÷åãî íå ìîæåò îïðàâäàòü
Or leaves a trace to tell
Èëè îñòàâèò ñëåä ,ïîêàçûâàÿ
A way out of your shell
Ñïîñîá âûáðàòüñÿ èç ñâîåé ðàêîâèíû,
To sample life.
Îáðàçåö æèçíè .
Time is a wraith
Âðåìÿ - ýòî âèäåíèå ,
At the point of no return
Êîãäà îáðàòíîé äîðîãè íåò
A memory of the light of day.
Âîñïîìèíàíèå î ñâåòå äíÿ .
Time is ablaze
Âðåìÿ ãîðèò
And so we burn
È ïîýòîìó ìû ñæèãàåì ,
Until the ashes of our lives
Äî òåõ ïîð, ïîêà ïåïåë íàøèõ æèçíåé ,
Are blown away.
Íå óíåñ¸ò ïðî÷ü .
Wish I had the power to make you stay...
Æàëü , ÿ íå ìîãó ïîâëèÿòü íà òî ,÷òîáû òû îñòàëàñü ...
Out through the frozen haze of grey,
×åðåç çàì¸ðçøóþ ñåðóþ ìãëó,
If constellations align
Åñëè ñîçâåçäèÿ ñîãëàñÿòñÿ .
More brutally sliced by lie than blade
Ëîæü ðàçðåçàåò áîëåå æåñòîêî ,÷åì íîæ.
Three acts of cruel design,
Òðè àêòà æåñòîêîãî ïðîåêòà ,
Disconnect the dots
Ïîðâè âñå ôàêòû ,
And against all odds
Íî íàïåðåêîð âñåìó
Still survive.
Âñ¸ åù¸ æèâû .
Time is a wraith
Âðåìÿ - ýòî âèäåíèå
At the point of no return
Êîãäà îáðàòíîé äîðîãè íåò .
A memory of the light of day.
Âîñïîìèíàíèå î ñâåòå äíÿ .
Time is ablaze
Âðåìÿ ãîðèò
And so we burn
È ïîýòîìó ìû ñæèãàåì
Until the ashes of our lives
Äî òåõ ïîð, ïîêà ïåïåë íàøèõ æèçíåé
Are blown away.
Íå óíåñ¸ò ïðî÷ü .
Wish I had the power to make you stay...
Æàëü , ÿ íå ìîãó ïîâëèÿòü íà òî , ÷òîáû òû îñòàëàñü...
For the sake of thrill
Ðàäè îñòðûõ îùóùåíèé
Would you own the kill?
Âû áû óáèëè ?
Would you impose your will
Ìîãëè áû âû íàâÿçàòü ñâîþ âîëþ
On another still?
Èëè âñ¸ æå ïî äðóãîìó ?
Time is a wraith...
Âðåìÿ - ýòî âèäåíèå ...
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