Текст песни Генри Дэвид Торо - Совесть

Conscience \ "Conscience"

Conscience is born of itself in the soul;
Feeling with Thought begets Sin
By counterfeit pleasures.
I say: they need for the gate,
Kick into the swamps.
I love life, drawing is straight,
Not warped here and there,
Like pus poured acne.
After all, if conscience breaks,
Her soul breaks shackles.
I like strict souls,
Fireproof for joy and suffering
And resistant, like a ship, -
Be a storm in the ocean or in a glass.
Survive that conscience that is clear
One tragedy,
Unclean - half a century.
From despair
Conscience will keep
In probation, he keeps his way,
Not sensitive to flattery
With attacks together.
Where all will fall back in doubt,
Conscience stands in the midnight vigil.
But I do not want and
The soul is wooden,
Temptations devoid of
Inexperienced
And so ascended.
Our conscience is our pledge.
The work started by God
It must end in us -
And not to be buried.
Christ has left us the right
Go left or right
Do good and evil
For that matter.
Oh god you took the pain
Not for sleepy creatures.
Jesus lived his life
Not like a conscientious coward.
Honest choice, honest work -
I'm with you, honest people.
Time spit rule.
God's time to praise.