The atmosphere around you is dark and cold
You're only seventeen but in your heart you're feeling old
But one day you will leave this place of fear
Escape to somewhere far away far away from here
A grain of sand at the ocean shore
Faceless lost with the urge for more
Can't break free suffering in pain
Following the Everlasting Flame
The factory walls here leave no room to breath
You're thirty four and some old friends became only memories
And still you need to hide your bitter tears
And dream of somewhere far away far away from here
Swallowed by this material world
Pre ordained from his death to birth
Can't break free suffering
Following the Everlasting Flame
There's just no way out of this living hell
You're fifty six now just a shadow of your broken self
A wasted life the pain won't disappear
You'll never see a better place far away from here
Swallowed by this material world
Pre ordained from his death to birth
Can't break free suffering
Following the Everlasting Flame
Перевод
Everlasting Flame Kreator
Вечное пламя
Тёмная и холодная атмосфера вокруг тебя.
Тебе всего лишь семнадцать лет,
А твоё сердце как у старика.
Но ты веришь, что придёт день,
И ты уйдёшь из этой атмосферы прозябания,
Найдёшь счастье где-то там, вдали.
Но ты песчинка на океанском берегу.
Потерявшаяся в этом мире безликость,
Надеющаяся на большой мотивационный толчок.
Ты не фига не способен вырваться
Из мёртвой хватки гнетущей тебя боли
И вечный пламень ада поджаривает тебя постоянно.
Стены примитивного тоналя
Не дают тебе дышать. Как же душно...
Тебе уже, блин, тридцать четыре,
И некоторые твои друзья уж подохли.
Сотри же свои горькие слёзы
Вместе с надеждой на светлое будущее
Где-то там, вдали.
И материя торжествует над духом.
И ты с потрохами со всеми своими
Проглочен этим мирком материальным,
Захватившим тебя с рождения в свои тиски.
И ты не в силах вырваться из хватки боли.
И каждодневно варишься в материальном аду.
И нет пути из этого поганого ада.
И тебе уже пятьдесят шесть.
И ты жалкая тень разбитого себя,
Убитого напрочь в гонке за жизнью.
И ни хрена ты не добился в этой жизни.
И ты пустое место, ноль.
И жизнь твоя убога и пуста.
Ты не живёшь, а существуешь.
И боль твоя никогда не оставит тебя.
И никогда ты не увидишь
лучшего места вдали.
Никогда.
Ты обречён.
The atmosphere around you is dark and cold
You're only seventeen but in your heart you're feeling old
But one day you will leave this place of fear
Escape to somewhere far away far away from here
A grain of sand at the ocean shore
Faceless lost with the urge for more
Can not break free suffering in pain
Following the Everlasting Flame
The factory walls here leave no room to breath
You're thirty four and some old friends became only memories
And still you need to hide your bitter tears
And dream of somewhere far away far away from here
Swallowed by this material world
Pre ordained from his death to birth
Can not break free suffering
Following the Everlasting Flame
There's just no way out of this living hell
You're fifty six now just a shadow of your broken self
A wasted life the pain will not disappear
You'll never see a better place far away from here
Swallowed by this material world
Pre ordained from his death to birth
Can not break free suffering
Following the Everlasting Flame
translation
Everlasting Flame Kreator
The Eternal Flame
Dark and cold atmosphere around you .
You just seventeen years old,
And your heart is like an old man .
But do you believe that the day will come
And you walk away from this atmosphere of wretchedness ,
'll Find happiness somewhere , far away .
But you are a grain of sand on the ocean shore.
Lost in this world faceless ,
Hoping for a great motivational boost.
You guys are not able to escape
Of oppressive stranglehold you pain
And the eternal flames of hell fry you constantly .
Walls primitive tonal
Do not give you breathe. As a stuffy ...
You already , damn , thirty-four,
And some of your friends already have died .
Wipe your same bitter tears
Along with the hope for a brighter future
Somewhere , far away .
And matter triumphs over the spirit .
And you with giblets , with all its
Swallowed this microcosm material ,
Grab you from birth to their vices .
And you can not break free from the grip of pain.
And daily in the material varishsya hell.
And there is no way out of this rotten hell.
And you have fifty six.
And you're a pathetic shadow of a broken ,
Killed at all in the race for life.
And damn you did not achieve in this life.
And you're empty space , zero .
And your life is miserable and empty.
You do not live and exist.
And your pain will never leave you.
And you'll never see
far better place .
Never.
You are doomed.
