Golden
How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me.
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
When the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be…
Золотой
Как жесток золотой принцип,
Когда жизни, которые мы прожили, лишь снаружи покрыты золотом.
Я знал, что огни большого города для меня слишком ярки,
Хотя сам выставлял напоказ караты своих драгоценностей.
Я увидел, как Бог плакал в образе моих врагов,
И всех влюбленных, у которых не было времени для меня,
И всех матерей, призывающих своих детей держаться подальше от меня.
Языки на патронах электрических снов
После того, как нечистые воды юности затопили яркую искру отрочества.
Я знал, что огни большого города для меня слишком ярки,
Хотя сам выставлял напоказ караты своих драгоценностей.
И я увидел, как Бог плакал в образе моих врагов,
И всех влюбленных, у которых не было времени для меня,
И всех матерей, призывающих своих детей держаться подальше от меня
И молящихся о том, чтобы они не выросли такими, как…
Golden
How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me.
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
When the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me,
And pray they don't grow up to be ...
gold
How cruel golden principle
When the life that we lived , just outside covered with gold.
I knew that the city lights are too bright for me ,
Although he flaunted their carat jewelry.
I saw God cry in the image of my enemies ,
And all the lovers , who had no time for me
And all mothers urging their children to stay away from me.
Languages cartridges electric dreams
After unclean water flooded bright spark youth adolescence.
I knew that the city lights are too bright for me ,
Although he flaunted their carat jewelry.
And I saw God cry in the image of my enemies ,
And all the lovers , who had no time for me
And all mothers urging their children to stay away from me
And praying that they would not have grown to such as ...
