Текст песни Мартиэль - За чертой нездешних сказок

Below the otherworldly tales

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                 For chert'oy otherworldly sk'azok DmC
                 Nepon'yatnoe sluch'ilos: GmA
                 Whether pr'oklyat, eh nak'azan, DmC
                 Whether you sm'ert prisn'ilas. GmA
                 Know slozh'ilis closer to n'ochi BA
                             nezat'eylivye t'eni BA
                'In znam'en'e inevitable. GmADm

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                 Oh, perhaps it was
                 Or will be, but not with us.
                 And in agony froze
                 Disappearing memory.
                 Though prayer, though dope
                      anesthetize have doubts!
                 Yes limp no forgiveness.

                 Behind the wall - all the same cold,
                 In the eyes - the same walls,
                 And shivering as if naked
                 Stroll through the universe.
                 Himself having started hide and seek,
                     someone again leads themselves
                 By barred freedom.

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                 But all is not so bad,
                 As initially dreamed.
                 How would any flesh torn nerves -
                 Still silent lips.
                 Gradually the stairs
                             showered the consciousness
                 In illicit face.

                 Well, let them grow into a stone
                 From the sky the stars throw off.
                 We stand next to you,
                 Even if it is too late:
                 Stones on the same road
                     lentils nerve lines -
                 God hurried handwriting.

                 Below the otherworldly tales
                 Funny thing happened:
                 Whether cursed, eh punished
                 Whether you dream of death.
                 But solving the equation
                        degrees of freedom of the will,
                 Buy off the pain. Dm9 (X) Dm (X)