Текст песни Martin Lee Gore - In my time of dying

Well, in my time of dyin'
Don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is
Take my body home,

Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Well, meet me, jesus, meet me,
Meet me in the middle of the air.
If these wings should fail me, lord,
Won't you meet me with another pair,

Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Lord, in my time of dying
Don't want nobody to cry,
All I want you to do is
Take me when I die.

Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Когда настанет время умирать,
Я б не хотел ничьих рыданий.
И все, о чем молю тебя –
Забрать мой дух под свод своих обетований.

Лишь так
Смогу я обрести покой.
Действительно,
Так будет лучше -
Я уйду без муки.
Молю всегда лишь об одном –
Прими, Господь, меня в свои распахнутые руки.

Так встреть меня, мой Бог,
Встреть посреди небес.
И если суждено крылам порваться – молю, Господь,
Дай запасную пару мне в довес.

Лишь так
Смогу я обрести покой.
Действительно,
Так будет лучше -
Я уйду без муки.
Молю всегда лишь об одном –
Прими, Господь, меня в свои распахнутые руки.

Когда настанет время умирать,
Я б не хотел ничьих рыданий.
И все, о чем молю тебя –
Забрать меня под свод своих обетований.

Лишь так
Смогу я обрести покой.
Действительно,
Так будет лучше -
Я уйду без муки.
Молю всегда лишь об одном –
Прими, Господь, меня в свои распахнутые руки.

Well, in my time of dyin '
Do not want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is
Take my body home,

Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Well, meet me, jesus, meet me,
Meet me in the middle of the air.
If these wings should fail me, lord,
Will not you meet me with another pair,

Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Lord, in my time of dying
Do not want nobody to cry,
All I want you to do is
Take me when I die.

Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

When it comes time to die,
I would not want anyone's sobs.
And all that I ask you -
Take my spirit under the arch of his promises.

only in this way
Will I be able to find peace .
indeed,
It would be better -
I'll go without flour .
Pray always only one thing -
Take , Lord , I was in their wide-open arms .

So meet me , my God,
Meet in the midst of heaven.
And if you are destined to tear wings - pray, Lord ,
Give me a spare pair of doves .

only in this way
Will I be able to find peace .
indeed,
It would be better -
I'll go without flour .
Pray always only one thing -
Take , Lord , I was in their wide-open arms .

When it comes time to die,
I would not want anyone's sobs.
And all that I ask you -
Take me under the arch of his promises.

only in this way
Will I be able to find peace .
indeed,
It would be better -
I'll go without flour .
Pray always only one thing -
Take , Lord , I was in their wide-open arms .