I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try
Jesuit priest has a mind to own
It layers out the prayers, becomes into a molten, woven
Jesuit priest has a mind to own
It layers out the prayers, finds its way to gold
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try
Has the nothing beside you become personal?
Has everybody around you just given up?
Since installation, a healing source
Ego trained from stallion to Horus, thy deep
Gain the throne, what's said is done
There's nothing left to say, gold worlds stand at the edge
Zero worlds, zero tone
There's nothing left to say, extra-senses play
Giving gold, heal the soul, there's nothing left to say
ПЕРЕВОД
Я делаю, я стараюсь, я делаю, я стараюсь, я делаю, я стараюсь.
Иезуитский священник владеет своим сознанием,
Наслаивая молитвы, превращая их нечто в расплавленное.
Иезуитский священник владеет своим сознанием,
Наслаивая молитвы, находя свой путь к золоту.
Я делаю, я стараюсь, я делаю, я стараюсь, я делаю, я стараюсь.
Я делаю, я стараюсь, я делаю, я стараюсь, я делаю, я стараюсь.
Разве ничто рядом с тобой становится личным?
Разве все, кто рядом с тобой, сдаются?
С момента установки, источника исцеления,
Эго перешло от стадии жеребца до Хора, твоя глубина.
Захвати трон, что сказано, то сказано,
Больше никаких слов, золотые миры стоят на краю.
Нулевые миры, нулевой тон,
Больше никаких слов, экстра-чувства играют
Отдай золото, исцели душу, и больше никаких слов.
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try
Jesuit priest has a mind to own
It layers out the prayers, becomes a molten, woven
Jesuit priest has a mind to own
It layers out the prayers, finds its way to gold.
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try
Has you become personal?
Has everybody around you just given up?
Since installation, a healing source
Ego trained from stallion to Horus, thy deep
Gain the throne
Gold worlds stand at the edge
Zero worlds, zero tone
There is nothing left to say extra-senses play
Giving gold, heal the soul, left nothing to say
TRANSFER
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try.
Jesuit priest owns his mind
Layering prayers, turning them into something melted.
Jesuit priest owns his mind
Layering prayers, finding your way to gold.
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try.
I do, I try, I do, I try, I do, I try.
Does nothing near you become personal?
Is all who are near you give up?
Since the installation, the source of healing,
The ego has passed from the stallion stage to choir, your depth.
Take the throne that is said, said,
No more words, the golden worlds are on the edge.
Zero worlds, zero tone,
No more words, extra-feelings are playing
Give back the gold, heal the soul, and no more words.