Et tournoie…AND WHIRL ROUND
Perceive your funerals Your brain all tousled You wish you are liquid Translucent puppet But you'll never make a change The dark side's my shadow Dissolved in eternity And the star is of ash This inside ghost of yours Is facing your hours Snuggled up killer Your worst enemy You wish you eject from you But enviable is your life Now you enjoy your string And the star is raising oh… Wear your soul made of light And whirl round, and whirl round Wear your clothes of mystery And whirl round, and whirl round Beneath your soul the bitter moan Dress it now, give it now Wear your soul made of light Inside it's only fault Your heart of crystal Is breaking at the least burst Of laugh and of tears Dead don't care about dices And the Sun, your emblem Will only be stolen For the eternal …oh Wear your soul made of light And whirl round, and whirl round Wear your clothes of mystery And whirl round, and whirl round Beneath your soul the bitter moan Dress it now, give it now Wear your soul made of light Другие переводы Et tournoie…. |
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