There, high on the watchtower,
Keeping the peace,
Whatever that means,
Cause you see the world through
Crosshairs and TVs, don't you?
Ten foot walls built around us,
White picket death,
So quiet, so safe.
But if we fall there will be
Nothing and no one to catch,
So sit back and watch as we...
[Chorus:]
Spin out of control,
Spin out of control,
Try to recover,
But collide with each other,
We spin out of control...
Something I cannot change:
I was born in a place
That lives by the sword,
And thus to its blade we're condemned.
Don't you understand
Why we scream "no more"?
My dreams are of children
Orphaned by blood
Spilled at these hands,
Here on the graves of the innocent
We raise our flag.
[Chorus]
Some things you don't forgive,
Some things you don't forget,
Sometimes the fate you suffer
Is so much worse than death.
We're way off course now
And we're drifting out to sea,
So cut the anchor
On your heart to be set free, set free...
Spin out of control,
Try to recover, we have to recover,
We fall and crash, one after the other,
Spin out of control...
-
С высоты своей смотровой башни
Вы поддерживаете здесь порядок и мир,
Не знаю, правда, что это значит,
Ведь вы видите мир через телевизоры
И оптические прицелы, разве нет?
Вокруг нас стены высотой в десять футов,
Мы умираем за белыми изгородями**,
Все очень тихо и спокойно.
Но если мы упадем, то никто и ничто
Не смягчит наше падение,
Так что расслабьтесь и смотрите, как...
[Припев:]
Нас заносит, мы потеряли управление,
Нас заносит, мы потеряли управление,
Мы пытаемся выровняться в полете,
Но сталкиваемся друг с другом,
Нас заносит, мы потеряли управление...
Есть вещи, которые я не могу изменить,
Например то, что был рожден в стране,
Что живет по принципу "действуй мечом",
И всех нас ждет смерть от его клинка.
Разве вы не понимаете,
Почему мы кричим "хватит"?
Мне каждую ночь снятся дети,
Которые лишились родителей,
Чья кровь - на ваших руках,
И здесь, на могилах невинных,
Мы поднимаем свой флаг.
[Припев]
Есть вещи, которые не прощаются,
Есть вещи, которые не забываются,
Есть ситуации в жизни,
Которые гораздо хуже смерти.
Мы сильно сбились с курса,
И нас уносит в сторону моря,
Остается перерезать веревку от якоря
В своем сердце и стать свободными...
Нас заносит, мы потеряли управление,
Мы пытаемся выровняться в полете, ведь должно же у нас получиться,
Но мы падаем и разбиваемся, один за другим,
Нас заносит, мы потеряли управление... There, high on the watchtower,
Keeping the peace,
Whatever that means,
Cause you see the world through
Crosshairs and TVs, do not you?
Ten foot walls built around us,
White picket death,
So quiet, so safe.
But if we fall there will be
Nothing and no one to catch,
So sit back and watch as we ...
[Chorus:]
Spin out of control,
Spin out of control,
Try to recover,
But collide with each other,
We spin out of control ...
Something I can not change:
I was born in a place
That lives by the sword,
And thus to its blade we're condemned.
Do not you understand
Why we scream & quot; no more & quot ;?
My dreams are of children
Orphaned by blood
Spilled at these hands,
Here on the graves of the innocent
We raise our flag.
[Chorus]
Some things you do not forgive,
Some things you do not forget,
Sometimes the fate you suffer
Is so much worse than death.
We're way off course now
And we're drifting out to sea,
So cut the anchor
On your heart to be set free, set free ...
Spin out of control,
Try to recover, we have to recover,
We fall and crash, one after the other,
Spin out of control ...
-
From the height of its observation tower
You maintain order and peace here,
Dunno what that means,
After you see the world through the TV
And scopes, does not it?
Around us, the wall height of ten feet,
We die for white fences **
All very quiet and peaceful.
But if we fall, no one and nothing
Not soften our fall,
So relax and watch ...
[Chorus:]
Puts us, we've lost control,
Puts us, we've lost control,
We're trying to level flight,
But confronted with each other,
Puts us, we've lost control ...
There are things I can not change,
For example what has been born in the country,
That lives on the principle of & quot; act & quot ;, sword
And all of us will be killed by his blade.
Do not you understand,
Why do we cry & quot; enough & quot ;?
I dream every night children
Who have lost their parents,
Whose blood - on your hands,
And here, on the graves of the innocent,
We raise our flag.
[Chorus]
There are things that can not be forgiven,
There are things that can not be forgotten,
There are situations in life,
Which is much worse than death.
We strongly off course,
And we are carried away to the sea,
It remains to cut the rope from the anchor
In his heart and become free ...
Puts us, we've lost control,
We're trying to level flight, as well we should get,
But we fall and break, one after another,
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