Sans logiqueWITHOUT LOGIC
If God creates in his image If it was just what he wished He should have taken umbrage At the Devil badly dwelt Sneaking in and sharing out Immaculate innocence Of my soul of a good child Wish I understand To this paradox I'm not party Allow another Slip into me Without logic I leave me As much satanic As angelic If, in chatterings every time We let ourselves drift off I think about inheritance Murderous is my silence You discover me pallid Fixed to your so tender eyes By mistake I pretty could With a knife split them To this paradox I'm not party Allow another Slip into me Without logic I leave me As much satanic As angelic Другие переводы Sans logique. |
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