And there it is, as pure as snow
I couldn't see it for my head was too low
And prying eyes, they stoop too low
Poisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows
Defeated I, fighting for a lost cause
Depleted I, dying for the wrong cause
These are the hours on the range
The more you show them
The more they choose to take away
Some things never change in the wings
And as it's your war,
There'll be no escape at all
Борясь за потерянный смысл.
И вот оно, как чистота, как снег,
Я не мог увидеть это из-за низко склоненной головы
и умоляющих глаз, они опущены слишком низко.
Моя душа источает яд (или отравлена), вменяемость ждет виселицы.
Обманутый, я борюсь за потерянный смысл.
Этии часы (в смысле, время) отмеряют расстояние,
Они больше, чем ты их представляешь,
Они больше отнимают выбор,
Некоторые вещи никогда не меняют крыльев,
И это как твоя война,
От нее не убежать.
(Скадди Тодд)
And there IT IS, AS Pure As Snow
I CouldN't See It for My Head Was Tooo Low
And Prying Eyes, They Stoop Tooo Low
Poisoning My Soul, As Sanity Waits in the Gallows
Defeated i, Fighting for a Lost Cause
Depleted I, Dying For The Wrong Cause
These Are the Hours on the Range
The More You Show Thatm
The More The Choose to Take Away
Some Things Never Change In The Wings
And as It's Your War,
There'll be no escape at all
Fighting for lost meaning.
And here it is, as purity, like snow,
I could not see it because of the low head
and pleading eyes, they are omitted too low.
My soul exudes poison (or poisoned), the gallows waiting for the gallows.
Deceived, I struggle for lost meaning.
These hours (in the sense, time) measure the distance,
They are more than you imagine them
They take away the choice more
Some things never change wings,
And it's like your war,
From her do not escape.
(Skudi Todd)
