Текст песни Cold Design - Последний Романс

Let go, leave
Their hands are merciless
Industry is blacker than night
And the sins behind me
Ice spiral
The waves are circular
In the world of the living stretched
Cold river

Stop torturing yourself
Senseless pain
It's not a forgery
To live
If this is movement
What did you choose means
The circle is vicious and closed
And you can’t be saved

Hear a voice calling
For a long time
He has long been waiting
Waiting for you to take
That "freedom" that will become
New Blood Banner
Then you will understand
Then you’ll understand everything

Your world, your deafening finale
Forerunner of the Coming Void
Cities rose from the gravestones
Crosses ascended on plowed fields
And squeezed by the icy bark
Standing over the precipice and looking into the distance
You will be pulled back
Into a deep moat a cruel spiral.

The Age of Mad Speakers
How summer rain is fleeting
And do not trust in tears
On the tablet of fate
This shabby, lost world
Unfortunately not forever
And you can’t go back
Supplications will not help

In the labyrinths of underground passages
Spring has forgotten my appearance
Echoes of Prophetic Dreams
From dark to dawn, without rest and sleep
In a bright flame, a hot fire
Writing a lifetime
And there will be no nightmares in the dark
If war doesn't wake up again tomorrow

Unable to breathe
When there is no oxygen
Only soot and cinder
Atmosphere of soul
In this pool dead
Can't be ford
And in the crooked mirrors
No clear face to be found.

It was evident that it was always destined
Uneasy providence
To break through flames and smoke
Through the obstacles
And clinging to the ground with my whole body
Hurrying up for reinforcements
Need to find a way out
Where it is impossible to find

On the roads forgotten by the gods
We all will one day go to heaven
So that the birds soar in the clouds
And shine in the sky
I will not be your tears
I want to be cool rain
Blowing heart pain
And longing for me

You do not sleep in vain at night
And curse fate
Stop burying me
Do not rush to moan
I'll be back as before
Unharmed, you know
To snuggle up to you
And a tight hug.

Far far away
On the peaks
At the edge
Rocky ridge
On a whipped snowstorm
And cold featherbeds
Cold flower
He sees prophetic dreams
Throne of the symbol of mountains
Belted by the winds
Angry Rockfall Dog
Let him guard
But the one who touches
Bud hands
Peace and hope
In the soul will find

A heart is broken on a rock
Sky moaning overhead
Just touch the edelweiss
And beat home alive

And we are all in a hurry
Behind your shadows
Sometimes tearing
Under the hand of banners
Harsh gray
Weekdays over the years
Seized all pity
Of our names
Halt, march
We used to fight
In the heat of forgetting
About the simplest
And a proud flower
Despising the sun
Stayed
Pipe dream

A heart is broken on a rock
Heaven overhead
Just touch the edelweiss
And come home alive.

Snow penetrates clothes
Through holes in the armor
We cherished hope in vain
There are no winners in that war
Cartridge in a pistol holder
Put an end to forever
Brace yourself, people, summer is coming
Which will never be

Peals of thunder sounded
We have no one else to blame
We all taught each other
What to eat, where to sleep, how to bury
No one will give an answer
Whose first shot was then
Brace yourself, people, summer is coming
Which will never be

Now look back late
Ashes strewn back
And the stars do not shine underground
And above is pitch hell
Cold Crypt - My Planet
Dressed in a shroud of ice
And like a damn dream about summer
Which will never be.

My flesh is like a burned book
In a string of Berlin bonfires
My life is a dear intrigue
At the epicenter of open bidding
Someone from below scares and chokes
Breaking wires in the chest
Someone on top is pushing my soul
Squeezing out the remnants of shame

My pain comes from a dream