Текст песни Ville Valo - The Funeral Of Hearts

Translation:

The funeral of hearts

... Love - is a funeral of hearts, and an ode to violence.
When angels cry blood
in the blossoming flowers of evil.
The funeral of hearts and a request for mercy,
When love - a weapon that separates me from you ...

She was the rising sun -
A grave for your false hopes and dreams.
He was the moon, writing your portrait -
Burning so vulnerable and pale.

She was the wind,
carrying all forgot the horror and fear.
He was the fire, restless and wild.
And you were like a moth to the flame of his.


Print heretics over the deity,
over requests to God that deaf and blind.
The last rites for souls on fire - it
Three little words and a question: & quot; Why & quot ;?