Текст песни Радиола - Чистилище

When the Lord tells me
There are no more places in paradise
Disappointment will not erase me.
I will write to him from the stone dungeons,
I sprinkle a little perfume on the page

And I'll throw myself out of the window into the streams of faces.
Let my eyes be made of iron
And copper darkens on the hands -
I will be covered with rust from the rain, I will peel off.

They'll put me where the sky is hidden
With a multitude of dirty walls and locked doors
The rotten tread of death of human life.
And everyone will be happy to throw a stone at their feet,
And not flowers at all,

And laugh when a flame comes on in my eyes.

It's high time to calm me down
To avoid big losses -
Both stone and iron are hard to hit
It's time to shut up the silent protest

God told me
That there are no more places in Hell