Today would be the greatest day.
For the heaven to open it´s doorways.
And give free it´s white disease.
That will clean the world again.
Today would be a perfect day.
For closing the books all the books I read
Written through a rainy veil.
In these lightless rooms I lived
But I know that it wont snow today
This world is much too sick for it
The demons eyes are lightless stars
Empty like the books I read
I thought this a perfect day
But the mistake burns in my throat
Under all these snowless skies
This world is no more clean again
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Сегодня будет великий день
Небесные хляби разверзлись
И щедро сыпят белые хлопья.
Этот мир не будет чище, чем сейчас
Сегодня будет прекрасный день
Чтобы захлопнуть книгу. Все книги, которые я читал,
Написанных, через пелену дождя
Я жил в каморке, куда не мог попасть свет
Но знаю, что это просто снег.
Этот мир слишком болен, чтобы быть достойным его
Звезды сверкают, как глаза демонов,
Пустые, как прочитанные мною книги
Я думал, что это идеальный день
Но ошибка жжет мое горло
Мир стал таким ослепительно белым,
Что кажется, что он никогда не будет чище, чем сейчас
Today Would Be The Greatest Day.
For the Heaven to Open It's doorways.
AND GIVE FREE IT'S WHITE DISEASE.
That Will Clean The World Again.
Today Would Be a Perfect Day.
For Closing The Books All The Books I Read
Written Through A Rainy Veil.
In These Lightless Rooms i Lived
But I Know That It Wont Snow Today
This World IS Much Too Sick for It
THE DEMONS EYES ARE LIGHTLESS STARS
Empty Like The Books I Read
I Thought This a Perfect Day
But The Mistake Burns in My Throat
UNDER ALL THESE SNOWLESS SKIES
This World Is No More Clean Again
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Today will be a great day
Heavenly pests crushed
And generously raw white flakes.
This world will not be cleaner than now
Today will be a wonderful day
To slam down the book. All the books I read
Written through the rain veil
I lived in Kamork, where the light could not get
But I know it's just snow.
This world is too sick to be worthy
Stars sparkle, as the eyes of the demons,
Empty as read book
I thought it was the perfect day
But the mistake burns my throat
The world became so dazzling white,
What does it seem to never be cleaner than now
