День сменяет день, начиная всё вновь,
Но не в силах ничего изменить,
Краски стёрты, выпиты пустотой,
И на сердце мерзкая мгла,
Движение дней замедляется,
Мир впадает в оцепенение.
Духовная немощь и измождение,
Годы жизни, растраченные понапрасну.
И мы ждём Дня ответа за всё,
Чувствуя мерзость грехов, раскаиваясь.
...Свет Новой Эпохи, точка отсчёта для новых жизней...
Ветви сбросили листья, погружаясь в сон, -
Мы опускаемся в чёрное жерло,
Ветхость мира и тяжесть грехов
Не дают нам подняться к небу.
Отсутствие надежды и уныние
Погребают душу под тяжестью лет.
Ветхие души смотрятся в бездну - в бездну тёмной воды,
Созерцая как растворяется их отражение в небытии.
Translated:
Day changes a day, starting everything anew,
But unable to change anything,
The Colors are erased, drained with emptiness,
And the foul gloom in a heart,
The days are flowing slow,
The world is falling into numbness.
Spiritual weakness and exhaustion,
Years of life spent in vain.
And we are waiting the Day to be judged,
Feeling a graveness of our sins, repenting.
...The Light of New Epoch, countdown point for new life...
The boughs shook off their leaves, falling into sleep,
We are immesing into black abyss,
Oldness of the world and foulness of our sins
Don't let us to rise up to the sky.
Hopelessness and despair
Bury the soul with long years.
Old souls are floating into chasm of dark water,
Watching, their reflection is dissolving to unexisting. The day replaces the day, starting everything again,
But unable to change anything,
Paints are mooring, filled with emptiness,
And on the heart of frozen blade,
The movement of days slows down,
The world flows into a stupor.
Spiritual impact and emotion,
Years of life, despicable water.
And we are waiting for the day of answering everything
Feeling the abomination of sins, repenting.
... New era light, point of reference for new lives ...
The branches dropped the leaves, plunging into sleep, -
We go to the black train,
Wildness of the world and the severity of sins
Do not give us to climb the sky.
Lack of hope and despondency
I am buried the soul under the severity of years.
Old souls look into the abyss - in the abyss of dark water,
Contemplating how their reflection is dissolved in non-existence.
Translated:
Day Changes A Day, Starting Everything Anew,
But Unable to Change Anything,
The Colors Are Erased, Drained With Emptiness,
And the foul gloom in a heart
THE DAYS ARE FLOWING SLOW,
The World IS Falling Into Numbness.
Spiritual Weakness and Exhaustion,
YEARS OF LIFE SPENT IN VAIN.
And We Are Waiting The Day to Be Judged,
Feeling a Graveness of Our Sins, Repending.
... The Light Of New Epoch, Countdown Point for New Life ...
The Boughs Shook Off Their Leaves, Falling Into Sleep,
We are Immesing INTO Black Abyss,
Oldness of the World and Foulness Of Our Sins
DON'T Let US to Rise Up to the Sky.
Hopelessness and Despair.
Bury The Soul With Long Years.
Old Souls Are Floating Into Chasm Of Dark Water
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