Текст песни Pale Roses - Flow My Tears

I’d rather go to the North Pole,
I’d rather leave and not come back.
My future here is dark as coal,
My memories are carbon black,
My mind is full of sorrow,
Flow slowly, flow my tears,
On the white untrodden snow,
Until the end of my years.

Here I am on a Plutonian stroll,
Oblivion is what I crave.
No bell is ever going to toll
When I lie in a frozen grave
My mind is full of sorrow,
Flow slowly, flow my tears,
On the white untrodden snow,
Until the end of my years.

I’d rather go to the North Pole,
I’d rather leave and not return.
God has forgotten how to console;
His angels all deserve to burn.
My mind is full of sorrow,
Flow slowly, flow my tears,
On the white untrodden snow,
Until the end of my years.