Текст песни Spice of Paradise - Проклятие

The faster the comet's flight,
The less will remain of it.
Someone drunk will squeeze the throat,
And you think they like you.
The more beautiful the butterfly in the sky
The shorter her primitive life.
Than to admire thoughtlessly, I would
To ask: hold on for a moment.

The rose blossomed among the wildflowers.
There is a bull's face, stupidly looking at close range.
She cannot understand how unhappy the poor fellow is.
Sees the goal, and with its roots, curmudgeon.
Greed has ruined many, and even more so
Greed for beauty, not seeing someone else's pain.
They cannot understand your curse.
"Mine. Always. Rip. Take her!"
And she is pleased, only attention to her,
The most beautiful, the most desirable.
It's good when there is a choice between them ...
The choice was to choose a grave.
I walked past, and watched it.
Thought thorns would not replace the net
Silly flower, helpless and so desired
These fools with wallets.