Текст песни Max Richter - Отрывок из Фауста

Faust

What difficulties when we ourselves
Himself hurt and harm!

We overcome unable gray boredom,
We hunger for the most part alien to the heart,
And we think the frivolity of a chimera
Anything above the daily needs.
Lively and the best dream
As we perish amid the bustle of everyday life.
In the rays of an imaginary shine
We often thought soars breadth
And falling on the severity of pendant,
From our voluntary cargo weights.
We draping all ways
His lack of water, cowardice, weakness, laziness.
We serves as a screen compassion burden
And conscience, and any rubbish.
Then all the excuses, all the excuse
To make a stir in the soul.
That is the house, the children, the wife,
That fear of poison, the fear of arson,
But only nonsense, but a false alarm,
But fiction, but the imaginary wine.