No candycoloured paradise
No stary blackholed eyes
No more dreams of neverend
Through embers only dark descends
No more comatose sleepwalking
No feeble sideshow toungetalking
Not even crucified you'd get that far
Nor escape the shining morning star
No lies shall opiate our senses
No spying glasses with shaded lenses
Nor suns that burn a brighter tint
Just lucid weaves in pristine mint
No more angels in the snow
No more hunting high and low
No more water in our veins
To seek out gold from grains
No fight to win or loose
No single path to choose
No second coming at all
Just a simple rise and fall
"Церковь Тиамат "
Забудь про рай цвета сахарной ваты,
Забудь про пристальные взгляды,
Забудь о радостях вечного сна –
На тлеющее пламя пала тьма.
Больше во сне не погуляешь,
Вяло о пустяках не поболтаешь,
И даже распятия придётся ждать,
От света утренней звезды не убежать.
Успокоительной лжи не найти тут,
Нет тёмных линз подзорных труб,
Нет яркого цветного солнца –
Только чистая вода колодца.
Забудь об ангелах, пятнавших снег,
И охоты всюду нет,
Из наших вен воды уже не взять,
Чтобы золото в песке искать.
Здесь не выиграть, не проиграть,
И дорогу нельзя выбирать,
И нет второго пришествия –
Лишь взлёты и падения
No Candycoloured Paradise
No Stary Blackholed Eyes
No More Dreams Of Neverend
Through Embers Only Dark Descends
No More Comatose Sleepwalking
No Feeble SideShow Tungetalking
NOT Even Crucified You'D Get That Far
Nor Escape The Shining Morning Star
No Lies Shall Opiate Our Senses
No Spying Glasses With Shaded Lenses
NOR SUNS THAT BURN A BRIGHTER TINT
Just Lucid Weaves In Pristine Mint
No More Angels in the Snow
No More Hunting High and Low
No More Water In Our Veins
To Seek Out Gold From Grains
No Fight to Win or Loose
No Single Path To Choose
No Second COMING AT ALL
Just a Simple Rise and Fall
"Tiamat Church"
Forget about the paradise of the color of sugar wool,
Forget about the gazes,
Forget about the joys of eternal sleep -
On the glowing flame fell Darkness.
No more in a dream
Badly about trifles do not chat,
And even the crucifix will have to wait
From the light of the morning star do not escape.
Soothing lies do not find here
There are no dark lenses of pickle pipes,
No bright colored sun -
Only clean water well.
Forget about the angels, stained snow,
And there is no hunt everywhere
From our veins of water no longer take
To search in the sand in the sand.
Here not to win, do not lose,
And you can't choose the road
And there is no second coming -
Only takeoffs and falls
