On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
Theres a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this bodys got a mind of its own
This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge
You meet the silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesnt matter
This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge
Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Dont like what Im seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And youll die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing please mister please
This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge
Притон
Во время голодных тренировок
на изнурительном пути к успеху
что-то пронзает твой бьющий в цель кулак,
как внезапное желание, как удар тока.
Могу поклясться - тело имеет собственный мозг.
Это - обнаженная правда,
Это - озарение,
Чтобы забыться, есть только одно место -
притон...
Молчаливый тип встает
по ветру на твой след,
в блестящем плаще и серебрянным кинжалом за пазухой.
Ты можешь дерзить до тех пор, пока твоя боль
не даст тебе передышку,
но выражение его лица не нуждается в пояснениях -
ему наплевать на тебя.
Это - обнаженная правда,
Это - озарение,
Чтобы забыться, есть только одно место -
притон.
Дай мне три дня,
дай мне день!
Тебе не понравится мое предсказание,
даже если бы я слышал, что ты ответишь...
Подумай, ты, с кинжалом в руках -
и ты умрешь на коленях,
умоляя о милости,
рыдая: "Пожалуйста, не надо"...
Это - обнаженная правда,
Это - озарение,
Чтобы забыться, есть только одно место -
притон. On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
Theres a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this bodys got a mind of its own
This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge
You meet the silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesnt matter
This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge
Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Dont like what Im seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And youll die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing please mister please
This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge
Stash
During training the hungry
on grueling road to success
something pierces your goal striker in his fist,
as a sudden desire, as an electric shock.
I swear - the body has its own brain.
This - the naked truth,
This - insight,
To forget, there's only one place -
stash ...
Silent type stands
the wind on your trail,
in a shiny coat and a silver dagger in his bosom.
You can talk back to, as long as your pain
will not give you a break,
but his expression is self-explanatory -
he does not care for you.
This - the naked truth,
This - insight,
To forget, there's only one place -
stash.
Give me three days,
Give me a day!
You will not like my prediction,
even if I heard you the answer ...
Think you, with a dagger in his hands -
and you will die on my knees,
begging for mercy,
sobbing: & quot; Please do not & quot; ...
This - the naked truth,
This - insight,
To forget, there's only one place -
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