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Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру,
справедливость и равенство...
Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда наше голосование
становится простой формальностью,
и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас
до ролей рабов и невольников
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император требует,
чтобы свобода была его личным делом,
когда он вбивает свое всеобщее прикосновение
как экстренные параграфы.
К народам народы обращаются на языке канавы;
обменянные инсульты в прайм-тайм
на импульсы империи
простираются через экраны.
Истина повержена на колени;
ложь внедрена беспредельно,
и пока эти повторения не станут
официальной доктриной,
мы - предатели неверия.
С каким же бессилием мы горюем
о демократическом процессе,
пока наши славные лидеры
тайно договариваются накормить нас
последними остатками диктаторского презрения
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
тянет свои руки к юбке истории,
когда позирует для потомства,
стоя на свежевыкопанной грязи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
с мерзкой ухмылкой на губах
говорит о своем способе выхода из положения
почти что попало, но ложь - внутри,
потому что каждый кровавый император
думает, что его право управлять - свято,
так что он будет изворачиваться и изворачиваться,
и изворачиваться до своего конца.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда один за одним наши голоса затихают,
и двойные стандарты пропаганды
сковывают весь наш праведный гнев.
Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру.
Но наша вера исчезает - с приближением к финишу,
мы - всего лишь рабы и невольники
в тот момент, когда империя рушится.
Every Bloody Emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
вера в человеческую натуру,
справедливость и равенство...
Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда наше голосование
становится простой формальностью,
и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас
до ролей рабов и невольников
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император требует,
чтобы свобода была его личным делом,
когда он вбивает свое всеобщее прикосновение
как экстренные параграфы.
К народам народы обращаются на языке канавы;
обменянные инсульты в прайм-тайм
на импульсы империи
простираются через экраны.
Истина повержена на колени;
ложь внедрена беспредельно,
и пока эти повторения не станут
официальной доктриной,
мы - предатели неверия.
С каким же бессилием мы горюем
о демократическом процессе,
пока наши славные лидеры
тайно договариваются накормить нас
последними остатками диктаторского презрения
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
тянет свои руки к юбке истории,
когда позирует для потомства,
стоя на свежевыкопанной грязи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
с мерзкой ухмылкой на губах
говорит о своем способе выхода из положения
почти что попало, но ложь - внутри,
потому что каждый кровавый император
думает, что его право управлять - свято,
так что он будет изворачиваться и изворачиваться,
и изворачиваться до своего конца.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда один за одним наши голоса затихают,
и двойные стандарты пропаганды
сковывают весь наш праведный гнев.
Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру.
Но наша вера исчезает - с приближением к финишу,
мы - всего лишь рабы и невольники
в тот момент, когда империя рушится.
Every Bloody Emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
The same thing gives strength to all of us:
belief in human nature,
fairness and equality ...
All we have is faith to guide us.
Little is that change
when our vote
becomes a mere formality,
and our masters and masters bring us down
to the roles of slaves and slaves
in the name of a new empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor demands
so that freedom is his own business,
when he hammers in his universal touch
as emergency paragraphs.
The peoples speak to the peoples in the language of the ditch;
exchanged strokes at prime time
on the impulses of the empire
stretch across the screens.
Truth is brought down to its knees;
lies are rooted infinitely,
and until these repetitions become
official doctrine,
we are traitors to unbelief.
With what powerlessness we grieve
about the democratic process,
while our glorious leaders
secretly agree to feed us
the last vestiges of dictatorial contempt
in the name of a new empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
pulls her hands to the skirt of history,
when posing for posterity,
standing on freshly dug mud.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
with a nasty grin on his lips
talks about his way out of the situation
almost horrible, but the lie is inside,
because every bloody emperor
thinks his right to rule is sacred,
so it will twist and twist,
and dodge to the end.
Little is that change
when one by one our voices die away
and double standards of propaganda
fetters all our righteous anger.
The same thing gives strength to all of us:
belief in human nature.
But our faith fades as we get closer to the finish line
we are just slaves and slaves
the moment the empire collapses.
Every bloody emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity ... all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
belief in human nature,
fairness and equality ...
All we have is faith to guide us.
Little is that change
when our vote
becomes a mere formality,
and our masters and masters bring us down
to the roles of slaves and slaves
in the name of a new empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor demands
so that freedom is his own business,
when he hammers in his universal touch
as emergency paragraphs.
The peoples speak to the peoples in the language of the ditch;
exchanged strokes at prime time
on the impulses of the empire
stretch across the screens.
Truth is brought down to its knees;
lies are rooted infinitely,
and until these repetitions become
official doctrine,
we are traitors to unbelief.
With what powerlessness we grieve
about the democratic process,
while our glorious leaders
secretly agree to feed us
the last vestiges of dictatorial contempt
in the name of a new empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
pulls her hands to the skirt of history,
when posing for posterity,
standing on freshly dug mud.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
with a nasty grin on his lips
talks about his way out of the situation
almost horrible, but the lie is inside,
because every bloody emperor
thinks his right to rule is sacred,
so it will twist and twist,
and dodge to the end.
Little is that change
when one by one our voices die away
and double standards of propaganda
fetters all our righteous anger.
The same thing gives strength to all of us:
belief in human nature.
But our faith fades as we get closer to the finish line
we are just slaves and slaves
the moment the empire collapses.
Every bloody emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity ... all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.