We are all still the same dear.
I have owned this life forever,
I'll always remain.
If it's just the same dear, why have you left before "forever"
yet returned again?
If you show me heaven I will meet you there.
How it breaks their hearts that we've made and art of desecrating our sanctuaries.
We're one and the same dear, you were born for this. Forever forget your restraint.
Remnants of a past here pass like light through dust as memories fall fleeting like pain.
If you show me heaven I will meet you there.
Мы совсем не изменились, дорогая.
У меня была собственная жизнь, и это навсегда.
И я, всегда покинутый.
И это просто то же самое, дорогуша, почему у тебя есть незаконченное перед "навсегда"?
Возвращаешься снова?
Если ты покажешь мне небеса, я увижу тебя там.
Как это ломает их сердца, которыми мы были сделаны, и искусство оскверняющее наши святилища.
Я - это ты, ты - это я, и ты родился для этого. Забудь о своих ограничениях.
Остатки прошлого здесь проходят подобно свету через пыль, как падение памяти мимолетное, подобно боли.
Если ты покажешь мне небеса, я увижу тебя там.
We are all Still the Same Dear.
I have Owned this Life Forever,
I'll Always Remain.
Run it's Just the Same Dear, Why Have You Left Before "Forever"
Yet Returned Again?
IF YOU Show Me Heaven I Will Meet You there.
How It Breaks Their Hearts that We've Made and Art of Descrating Our Sanctuaries.
We're One and the Same Dear, You Were Born for this. Forever Forget Your Restraint.
Remnants of A Past Here Pass Like Light Through Dust as Memories Fall Fleeting Like Pain.
IF YOU Show Me Heaven I Will Meet You there.
We have not changed at all, dear.
I had my own life, and this is forever.
And I, always abandoned.
And this is just the same, dear, why do you have an unfinished before "forever"?
Are you returning again?
If you show me heaven, I will see you there.
How this breaks their hearts with which we were made, and the art desecrating our sanctuaries.
I am you, you are me, and you were born for this. Forget about your restrictions.
The remnants of the past here pass like light through dust, like a fleet of memory, like pain.
If you show me heaven, I will see you there.
