Текст песни Slick To Death - Больная Мечта

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Sick Dream
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Blood evil moon
He beckons me, calling to him.

I opened the door to hell -
dead shadows on the walls,
in front of me, Satan
and a number of sinners
behind him
kneels.
sin to drink the cup to the end
everyone must.

Where are you saved?
Why do I live?
his sentence
I accept!
the die is cast,
All is decided!

I see the face, the painfully familiar,
for flickering mesh rain.

Clouds of black clouds bottomless
not in the sky, and all around me.

I feel,
how mortified soul
a shrill whistle of the wind.
I do not believe more in his dream,
She - a dried yellow leaf.

From Breda insomnia, pain of war
hear screams
bloodless trampled days.

Maddening,
mute hopeless fight.
in a hoarse desperation
beating
sick dream
beating a sick dream ...