I watched the houses burn, a bloodstained kind of brightness
The last breath of grace and elegance is done
The dead are lugged away, but they won't find their silence
The verges fade, another time has begun
A better time will come they say to reassure themselves
Another day will bring the light but they are ignorant
In the cradle of their carelessness
Burning flesh, burning skin
Another raindrop burns their loathsome eyes.
The diaries are blank, they went too far
They can't return to their desolated homes, desolated homes...
No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
Desolated home, desolated home..
I watched the houses burn, the trees were full of ashes
Just like snowflakes darken the sky
No better time will come they know
The truth becomes certainty
They won't see the sun, they won't feel the light no more
The loss of insincerity!
The loss of humand souls!
The diaries are blank, they went too far
They can't return to their desolated homes, desolated homes...
No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
Desolated home, desolated home...
(х3)
Заброшенный дом
Я наблюдал за тем, как горели дома – великолепие, окропленное кровью.
Изящество и элегантность сделали свой последний вдох.
Мертвые вынесены, но они никогда не обретут покоя.
Остатки догорают – пришло новое время.
Для того, чтобы убедить себя, они говорят, что лучшее время наступит.
Они не знают когда, но однажды новый день принесет свет.
В колыбели их беспечности
Пылает плоть, пылает кожа.
Иная капля дождя воспламеняет из омерзительные глаза.
Дневники пусты, они зашли слишком далеко.
Они не могут вернуться в свои заброшенные дома, заброшенные дома...
В доме девушки, жившей по соседству, больше нет жизни.
Заброшенный дом, заброшенный дом...
Я наблюдал за тем, как горели дома; деверья были покрыты пеплом,
Похожим на снежные хлопья, темнеющие в небе.
Они знают, что лучшее время не наступит.
Правда становится очевидной:
Они не увидят солнце, они больше не почувствуют его свет.
Утрата лицемерия!
Потеря человеческих душ!
Дневники пусты, они зашли слишком далеко.
Они не могут вернуться в свои заброшенные дома, заброшенные дома...
В доме девушки, жившей по соседству, больше нет жизни.
Заброшенный дом, заброшенный дом...
(х3) I watched the houses burn, a bloodstained kind of brightness
The last breath of grace and elegance is done
The dead are lugged away, but they will not find their silence
The verges fade, another time has begun
A better time will come they say to reassure themselves
Another day will bring the light but they are ignorant
In the cradle of their carelessness
Burning flesh, burning skin
Another raindrop burns their loathsome eyes.
The diaries are blank, they went too far
They can not return to their desolated homes, desolated homes ...
No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
Desolated home, desolated home ..
I watched the houses burn, the trees were full of ashes
Just like snowflakes darken the sky
No better time will come they know
The truth becomes certainty
They will not see the sun, they will not feel the light no more
The loss of insincerity!
The loss of humand souls!
The diaries are blank, they went too far
They can not return to their desolated homes, desolated homes ...
No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
Desolated home, desolated home ...
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Abandoned house
I watched as the burning house - the splendor, the sprinkling of blood.
Grace and elegance made her last breath.
Dead handed, but they never attain peace.
Remains of burning down - it's a new time.
To convince yourself, they say that the best time would come.
They do not know when, but one day will bring a new light.
In the cradle of their carelessness
Burning flesh, skin burns.
Other raindrop ignites from ghoulish eyes.
Blogs are empty, they went too far.
They can not return to their abandoned houses, abandoned houses ...
In the house of the girl who lived next door, there is no more life.
Abandoned house, abandoned house ...
I watched as the burning house; Devereaux was covered with ashes,
Like a snow flake, darkening the sky.
They know that the best time to come.
The truth becomes apparent:
They will not see the sun, they no longer feel its light.
Loss of hypocrisy!
Loss of human souls!
Blogs are empty, they went too far.
They can not return to their abandoned houses, abandoned houses ...
In the house of the girl who lived next door, there is no more life.
Abandoned house, abandoned house ...
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