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  • Текст песни Лютомысл - Раб

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    Тут находится текст песни Лютомысл - Раб, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Лютомысл
    2012 - Превозмогая Вавилон
    05 - Раб / Slave

    • Раб

    Нет движенья без кнута,
    Нет спасенья без креста,
    За пряником судьба
    Твоя волочится!

    Плеть – подпора, плеть – забор,
    Сам хозяин себе вор!
    Самозванца сгубит трон
    Его высочества!

    Видишь солнце – ищешь тень,
    Ночью плачешь: «Где же день?».
    Встать с колен бы, но зачем?..
    И так всегда.

    Жажду солью заглушить,
    Огонь соломой затушить,
    Самому судьбу вершить —
    Одна беда!

    Избегайте!
    Почитайте!

    Избегайте искусства,
    Ту боль породившего,
    Что костью застывшей
    В горле сидит!

    Почитайте забвение,
    Ваш путь – отрешение,
    Болото спокойствия,
    Зима седин!

    Презирайте!
    Обожайте!

    Презирайте путь воина,
    Над, под землёю ль он,
    Гнушаясь судьбою,
    Своей жизнью он жил!

    Обожайте трагедии,
    Что астмой раздуты
    В скуки минуты,
    В отсутствие сил!

    • Slave

    No movement without a knout
    No salvation without a cross
    Your fate is drawn
    To recompense

    A whip is a support, a whip is a fence
    The master is the theif
    Impostor will fall by the hand
    of his highness

    You see the sun – you seek a shade
    You cry at night wishing it were day
    You could get up from your knees, but there’s no need..
    As thus have always been

    Satisfying thirst with salt
    Putting out a fire with straw
    Being a master of your fate —
    It’s all the same

    Shun!
    Revere!

    Shun the art
    That has created that pain
    Which is the bone
    Stuck in your throat

    Revere oblivion
    Your way – repudiation
    A slough of calm
    Grey-haired winter

    Despise!
    Adore!

    Despise the warrior’s way
    Be it above or under ground
    For he disdained his fate
    And lived his own life

    Adore tragedies
    Inflated with asthma
    When boredom takes over
    When strength is gone

    Lutomysl
    2012 - Forceing Babylon
    05 - Slave / Slave

    • Slave

    No moving without a whip,
    No salvation without a cross,
    For gingerbread fate
    Your throat!

    Sweet - Puzzle, Slap - Fence,
    The owner itself is a thief!
    The impostor is thundering
    His Highness!

    See the sun - you are looking for a shadow,
    At night we cry: "Where is the day?".
    Stand up from knees, but why? ..
    Always like this.

    Thirst for salt drown
    Fire straw to slightly
    The destiny itself should be
    One trouble!

    Avoid!
    Read!

    Avoid art
    TU pain of thoring,
    That the bone of the frozen
    In the throat sits!

    Read oblivion
    Your way is a decree,
    Swamp calmness
    Winter Swinus!

    Will despise!
    Love!

    Despise the warrior path,
    Above, under the ground he
    Bent the fate
    He lived his life!

    Adore tragedy
    That asthma is bloated
    In boredom minutes
    In the absence of forces!

    • Slave.

    No Movement WITHOUT A KNOUT
    No Salvation Worthorth A Cross
    Your Fate Is Drawn
    To Recompensse

    A Whip IS A Support, A Whip Is A Fence
    THE MASTER IS THE THEIF
    ImpoStor Will Fall by The Hand
    Of his highness

    You See The Sun - You Seek a Shade
    You Cry At Night Wishing It Were Day
    You Could Get Up From Your Knees, But There's No Need ..
    AS Thus Have Always Been

    Satisfying Thirst WITH SALT
    Putting Out a Fire With Straw
    Being A Master Of Your Fate -
    IT's All the Same

    Shun!
    Revere!

    Shun the Art.
    That Has Created That Pain
    Which is the bone
    Stuck In Your Throat

    Revere Oblivion.
    Your Way - Repudiation
    A Slough of Calm
    GREY-HAIRED WINTER

    DESPISE!
    Adore!

    Despise The Warrior's Way
    BE IT ABOVE OR UNDER GROUND
    For He Disdained His Fate
    And Lived His Own Life

    ADORE TREDIES.
    Inflated with Asthma.
    WHEN BOREDOM TAKES OVER
    WHEN STRENGTH IS GONE

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