Lyrics отец Геннадий. Странник 2 - 17 Дети подземелья
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Сила зла нашла добычу
И терзает и клюет.
Сила зла почти привычно
Входит нынче в обиход.
Беспросветное похмелье
Бездуховных бунтарей,
Пустоцветы подземелья
Развиваются на ней.
Так печально, что под корень
Рубит зло любой росток.
Их с землей сровняют вровень,
Только жертве невдомек,
Что она почти погибла,
Впереди при жизни – ад,
За пороками не видно
Ни любовь, ни райский сад.
Так проходит год за годом,
Выйдет время умирать,
Жили будто мимоходом,
Кое-как, ни дать ни взять.
И теперь безумной страсти
Невозможно утолить.
Коль душа в бесовской власти,
Вечность мукой наградит.
Сила зла нашла добычу
И терзает и клюет.
Сила зла уже привычно
Входит нынче в обиход.
The power of evil has found prey
And he torments and pecks.
The power of evil is almost familiar
Comes now into use.
Hopeless hangover
Spiritless rebels,
Netherflower dungeons
Develop on it.
So sad that the root
Cuts the evil of any sprout.
They are leveled with the ground level,
Only the victim is unaware,
That she was almost dead,
Ahead of life - hell,
For the vices are not visible
Neither love, nor the Garden of Eden.
So it passes year after year,
It's time to die,
We lived as if in passing,
Somehow, neither give nor take.
And now the crazy passion
It is impossible to satisfy.
If the soul is in demonic power,
Eternity will reward with flour.
The power of evil has found prey
And he torments and pecks.
The power of evil is already familiar
Comes now into use.
And he torments and pecks.
The power of evil is almost familiar
Comes now into use.
Hopeless hangover
Spiritless rebels,
Netherflower dungeons
Develop on it.
So sad that the root
Cuts the evil of any sprout.
They are leveled with the ground level,
Only the victim is unaware,
That she was almost dead,
Ahead of life - hell,
For the vices are not visible
Neither love, nor the Garden of Eden.
So it passes year after year,
It's time to die,
We lived as if in passing,
Somehow, neither give nor take.
And now the crazy passion
It is impossible to satisfy.
If the soul is in demonic power,
Eternity will reward with flour.
The power of evil has found prey
And he torments and pecks.
The power of evil is already familiar
Comes now into use.