Текст песни Западный фронт - Я не знаю молитв

The air smells of blood and bread,
And I'm going to wade through the air,
Under the feet of the ladder to the sky,
As a step to the scaffold.
To be alive - it's just a habit
Those who were born in the world,
And the heavenly gates plate:
& Quot; No Trespassing & quot ;.
And the road to the forbidden paradise
Runs along the razor's edge -
I sing because I do not know prayers.

Here, no one will go back,
Still, every time
The sun spots appear,
When someone falls from us.
Finally made it, rejoice -
Here the front door of paradise,
Scrawled on the door of the inscription:
& Quot; Stop, do not fit - kill! & Quot;
And I walk past heroes
Verbal battles kitchen -
I sing because I do not know prayers.

All that is full of that suffered - issued
And presented to the seventh heaven,
Whispered covenant name,
Waiting for untold wonders
But for all the heavenly threshold
Not enough seats available,
And even if we all go under God -
Rock and roll my church and cross.
I do not know the prayer, except
The one in the heart sounds and hurts -
I sing because I do not know prayers.