Give me silence! Give me some truce!
Let us be evasive! Nevermind the truth!
They say slaves speak of bravery
As swine speak of flying
Surely now we’re done speaking
We’re done lying
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our hearts still free
Our word still alive
Even though the world
Has us run and hide
They say rebels speak of loyalty
As fish speak of flying
Surely, we know better
For now we’re here to do the dying
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
This is my offer
Illusion, aimlessness
In return teach me
How to tolerate
A life of despair
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
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Дайте же тишины! Дайте передышку!
Позвольте уклоняться! Не думайте о правде!
Говорят, что рабы, рассуждающие о мужестве,
Будто свиньи, говорящие о полётах
Но сейчас мы кончили болтать
Мы закончили лгать
Флаги наши цвета лазури
Наши глаза еще сомкнуты сном
Смерть, барабанщик испанский,
Была в наших стонах, была в нашем плаче
Флаги наши цвета лазури
Наши глаза еще сомкнуты сном
Смерть, барабанщик испанский,
Была в наших стонах, была в нашем плаче
Наши сердца еще свободны
Наше слово пока еще живо
Хотя сам мир
Заставляет бежать и скрываться
Говорят, что повстанцы, рассуждающие о верности,
Будто рыбы, говорящие о полетах
Но мы-то лучше знаем,
За что мы будем погибать
Флаги наши цвета лазури
Наши глаза еще сомкнуты сном
Смерть, барабанщик испанский,
Была в наших стонах, была в нашем плаче
Флаги наши цвета лазури
Наши глаза еще сомкнуты сном
Смерть, барабанщик испанский,
Была в наших стонах, была в нашем плаче
Вот мое предложение
Иллюзии и бесцельность
Научили меня
Как вытерпеть
Жизнь в отчаянии
Флаги наши цвета лазури
Наши глаза еще сомкнуты сном
Смерть, барабанщик испанский,
Была в наших стонах, была в нашем плаче
Флаги наши цвета лазури
Наши глаза еще сомкнуты сном
Смерть, барабанщик испанский,
Была в наших стонах, была в нашем плаче Give me silence! Give me some truce!
Let us be evasive! Nevermind the truth!
They say slaves speak of bravery
As swine speak of flying
Surely now we're done speaking
We're done lying
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our hearts still free
Our word still alive
Even though the world
Has us run and hide
They say rebels speak of loyalty
As fish speak of flying
Surely, we know better
For now we're here to do the dying
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
This is my offer
Illusion, aimlessness
In return teach me
How to tolerate
A life of despair
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the Spanish drummer
Has had our moan, has had us weep
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Let the silence! Give a break!
Let shy! Do not think about the truth!
It is said that slaves, talks about courage,
If pigs speaking Flight
But now we are finished talking
We ended up lying
Flags of our azure
Our eyes are closed even sleep
Death drummer Spanish,
It was our moans, was in our mourning
Flags of our azure
Our eyes are closed even sleep
Death drummer Spanish,
It was our moans, was in our mourning
Our hearts are still available
Our word is still alive
Although the world
Makes you run and hide
It is said that the rebels, to talk about fidelity,
If the fish talking about flights
But we know better
For that we will die
Flags of our azure
Our eyes are closed even sleep
Death drummer Spanish,
It was our moans, was in our mourning
Flags of our azure
Our eyes are closed even sleep
Death drummer Spanish,
It was our moans, was in our mourning
Here's my suggestion
Illusions and purposelessness
Teach me
How to sustain
Life in despair
Flags of our azure
Our eyes are closed even sleep
Death drummer Spanish,
It was our moans, was in our mourning
Flags of our azure
Our eyes are closed even sleep
Death drummer Spanish,
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