Lyrics Колыбель Филта - Хеллоуин - моё имя
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I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time,
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole.
The sands of time for me are running low.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world, that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody, please, tell me, that I'm dreaming.
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
But words escape me, when I try to speak.
Tears flow, but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that, there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Someone calls from a cell: "God be with you".
If there's a God, then why has he let me die?
As I walk, all my life drifts before me,
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, cos it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words, believe, my soul lives on.
Don't worry now, that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to see the truth.
When you know, that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down, there is just a strange illusion.
Я жду в своей холодной камере, когда колокол начнет звонить.
Размышляю над своей прошлой жизнью, и это не займет много времени,
Потому что в 5 часов они отведут меня к виселице.
Движение времени для меня замедлилось.
Когда пришел священник, чтобы прочитать мне последние молитвы,
Я смотрю сквозь прутья на последние виды
Мира, жить в котором у меня не получилось.
Это может быть какая-то ошибка?
Трудно остановить ужас преодоления.
Это - действительно конец, а не дурацкий сон?
Кто-нибудь, пожалуйста, скажите мне, что я сплю.
Нелегко сдерживаться от крика,
Но слова ускользают от меня, когда я пытаюсь говорить.
Текут слезы, но почему я плачу?
В конце концов, я не боюсь смерти.
Разве я не верил, что никогда не наступит конец.
Когда конвоиры ведут меня на внутренней двор,
Кто-то из камеры кричит: "Господь тебя не оставит ".
Если Бог есть, то почему он позволяет мне умереть?
Пока я иду, вся моя жизнь проходит передо мной,
И хотя конец рядом, я не сожалею.
Поймай мою душу, потому что она хочет улететь.
Попомни мои слова, верю, моя душа выживет.
Не переживайте теперь, что я ушел,
Я ушел в загробный мир чтобы видеть правду.
Когда ты знаешь, что твое время пришло,
Возможно, только тогда ты начинаешь понимать,
Жизнь окончена, это просто странная иллюзия.
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time,
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole.
The sands of time for me are running low.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world, that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody, please, tell me, that I'm dreaming.
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
But words escape me, when I try to speak.
Tears flow, but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that, there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Someone calls from a cell: "God be with you".
If there's a God, then why has he let me die?
As I walk, all my life drifts before me,
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, cos it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words, believe, my soul lives on.
Don't worry now, that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to see the truth.
When you know, that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down, there is just a strange illusion.
Я жду в своей холодной камере, когда колокол начнет звонить.
Размышляю над своей прошлой жизнью, и это не займет много времени,
Потому что в 5 часов они отведут меня к виселице.
Движение времени для меня замедлилось.
Когда пришел священник, чтобы прочитать мне последние молитвы,
Я смотрю сквозь прутья на последние виды
Мира, жить в котором у меня не получилось.
Это может быть какая-то ошибка?
Трудно остановить ужас преодоления.
Это - действительно конец, а не дурацкий сон?
Кто-нибудь, пожалуйста, скажите мне, что я сплю.
Нелегко сдерживаться от крика,
Но слова ускользают от меня, когда я пытаюсь говорить.
Текут слезы, но почему я плачу?
В конце концов, я не боюсь смерти.
Разве я не верил, что никогда не наступит конец.
Когда конвоиры ведут меня на внутренней двор,
Кто-то из камеры кричит: "Господь тебя не оставит ".
Если Бог есть, то почему он позволяет мне умереть?
Пока я иду, вся моя жизнь проходит передо мной,
И хотя конец рядом, я не сожалею.
Поймай мою душу, потому что она хочет улететь.
Попомни мои слова, верю, моя душа выживет.
Не переживайте теперь, что я ушел,
Я ушел в загробный мир чтобы видеть правду.
Когда ты знаешь, что твое время пришло,
Возможно, только тогда ты начинаешь понимать,
Жизнь окончена, это просто странная иллюзия.
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time,
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole.
The sands of time for me are running low.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world, that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody, please, tell me, that I'm dreaming.
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
But words escape me, when I try to speak.
Tears flow, but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that, there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Someone calls from a cell: "God be with you".
If there's a God, then why has he let me die?
As I walk, all my life drifts before me,
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, cos it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words, believe, my soul lives on.
Don't worry now, that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to see the truth.
When you know, that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down, there is just a strange illusion.
I wait in my cold cell when the bell starts ringing.
I’m thinking about my past life and it won’t take much time
Because at 5 o’clock they will lead me to the gallows.
The movement of time has slowed for me.
When the priest came to read me the last prayers,
I look through the bars at the last views
A world in which I did not succeed.
Could this be some kind of mistake?
It is hard to stop the horror of overcoming.
Is this really the end, not a wacky dream?
Someone please tell me I'm sleeping.
It’s not easy to restrain from screaming
But words elude me when I try to speak.
Tears flow, but why am I crying?
In the end, I'm not afraid of death.
Didn’t I believe that the end would never come.
When the guards lead me to the courtyard
Someone from the cell shouts: "The Lord will not leave you."
If God is, then why does he allow me to die?
As I walk, my whole life passes before me
And although the end is near, I am not sorry.
Catch my soul because it wants to fly away.
Remember my words, I believe my soul will survive.
Don't worry now that I'm gone
I went into the afterlife to see the truth.
When you know your time has come
Perhaps only then you begin to understand
Life is over, it's just a weird illusion.
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time,
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole.
The sands of time for me are running low.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world, that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody, please, tell me, that I'm dreaming.
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
But words escape me, when I try to speak.
Tears flow, but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that, there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Someone calls from a cell: "God be with you".
If there's a God, then why has he let me die?
As I walk, all my life drifts before me,
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, cos it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words, believe, my soul lives on.
Don't worry now, that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to see the truth.
When you know, that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down, there is just a strange illusion.
I wait in my cold cell when the bell starts ringing.
I’m thinking about my past life and it won’t take much time
Because at 5 o’clock they will lead me to the gallows.
The movement of time has slowed for me.
When the priest came to read me the last prayers,
I look through the bars at the last views
A world in which I did not succeed.
Could this be some kind of mistake?
It is hard to stop the horror of overcoming.
Is this really the end, not a wacky dream?
Someone please tell me I'm sleeping.
It’s not easy to restrain from screaming
But words elude me when I try to speak.
Tears flow, but why am I crying?
In the end, I'm not afraid of death.
Didn’t I believe that the end would never come.
When the guards lead me to the courtyard
Someone from the cell shouts: "The Lord will not leave you."
If God is, then why does he allow me to die?
As I walk, my whole life passes before me
And although the end is near, I am not sorry.
Catch my soul because it wants to fly away.
Remember my words, I believe my soul will survive.
Don't worry now that I'm gone
I went into the afterlife to see the truth.
When you know your time has come
Perhaps only then you begin to understand
Life is over, it's just a weird illusion.