Lyrics Diardeath x .Otrix - Адепт Эскапизма 6
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Фёдор Достоевский
« АДЕПТ ЭСКАПИЗМА 6 »
Нет, я не чист, если ты о добре и здоровье души.
Небо устало смотреть на меня и устало любить.
Мои деяния на этой земле меня топят в грязи.
Люди не любят меня, я их тоже и так я привык.
Все хотят видеть моё покаяние, но судьи не вы.
Я делаю то, что умею, люблю, разрываю для вас на куски —
Просто прими все недостатки, уродства и мои сучки.
Пока я жив — ты не один.
На после оставлю на всех мои песни, запои и крики, и эти стихи.
Я ведь не знал, как мне быть, как мне вылазить со дна,
Но чувствовал: это съедает меня, пока я встречаю свой чёрный закат.
Какая игла? Я от реальности чаще тут ахуевал.
Просто вот так не оставили выбора,
Кроме как у неведомых демонов нам выпросить шанс.
Не молись за меня: чёрные метки на моих руках,
Серые линзы на моих глазах.
Я обречён без конца умирать.
Я давно свой среди стай воронья,
Даже не думаю: в рай или в ад.
Так что — спасибо! Но правда, не надо, не молись за меня.
Вот мой путь: тропами тёмных чащ
Я не могу свернуть или пойти назад.
Где-то мою судьбу выбрали за меня.
Опускаюсь на глубину — встретить там свой финал.
(x2)
Вижу чужое тело, но в моей петле,
Трупы по моей реке, ведьма на моей метле.
Тебе кажется я брежу? Перекрестись и сплюнь.
Я хочу проснуться, но, увы, не сплю.
Кошмар наяву — мой рок
И я вижу свою смерть в дверной глазок.
— Ты вроде бы за мной, ну что, пойдём?
А она говорит: "Стой, ты ещё не готов".
— Как так? Я давно уже твой целиком.
Мне не место тут, я боль лишь принёс в этот дом.
— Как бы ни было, я против всего априори.
Она оставит меня вновь одного и с болью.
Видишь, друг? Да, я знаю, где мой финиш, друг,
Но пока не понимаю, позволят ли они мне до конца пройти мой путь.
И мой ли он вообще, если на то пошло,
И зло берёт, что даже сам не в силах я закончить всё.
Не молись за меня: чёрные метки на моих руках,
Серые линзы на моих глазах.
Я обречён без конца умирать.
Я давно свой среди стай воронья,
Даже не думаю: в рай или в ад.
Так что — спасибо! Но правда, не надо, не молись за меня.
Вот мой путь: тропами тёмных чащ
Я не могу свернуть или пойти назад.
Где-то мою судьбу выбрали за меня.
Опускаюсь на глубину — встретить там свой финал.
(x2)
Fedor Dostoevsky
THE ADAPT OF ESCAPEMS 6
No, I'm not clean, if you are about the good and health of the soul.
The sky is tired of looking at me and tired to love.
My actions on this earth are drowning me in the mud.
People do not like me, I them too, and so I'm used to.
Everyone wants to see my repentance, but you are not the judges.
I do what I can, love, tear to pieces for you -
Just accept all the shortcomings, ugliness and my bitches.
While I'm alive, you're not alone.
Afterwards I'll leave my songs, boozes and screams at all, and these poems.
I did not know how I should be, how to get out of the bottom,
But I felt: it eats me while I meet my black sunset.
What kind of needle? I'm more of a reality here.
Just like this left no choice,
Except for the unknown demons, we need to get a chance.
Do not pray for me: black marks on my hands,
Gray lenses in front of my eyes.
I am doomed to die without end.
I have long been among the flocks of crows,
I do not even think: to heaven or hell.
So - thanks! But the truth is, do not, do not pray for me.
Here is my path: the paths of the dark thickets
I can not collapse or go back.
Somewhere my fate was chosen for me.
I go down to the depths - to meet my final there.
(x2)
I see someone else's body, but in my loop,
The corpses are on my river, the witch is on my broom.
Do you think I'm crazy? Make a cross and spit.
I want to wake up, but, alas, I do not sleep.
Nightmare in reality is my rock
And I see my death in the peephole.
- You seem to be following me, are we going?
And she says: "Wait, you're not ready yet."
- How so? I have long been your whole.
I do not belong here, I just brought pain to this house.
"Whatever it was, I'm against everything a priori."
She will leave me alone again and with pain.
See, friend? Yes, I know where my finish, friend,
But I do not understand yet, will they let me go my way to the end.
And whether he is mine, for that matter,
And evil takes that even I myself can not finish everything.
Do not pray for me: black marks on my hands,
Gray lenses in front of my eyes.
I am doomed to die without end.
I have long been among the flocks of crows,
I do not even think: to heaven or hell.
So - thanks! But the truth is, do not, do not pray for me.
Here is my path: the paths of the dark thickets
I can not collapse or go back.
Somewhere my fate was chosen for me.
I go down to the depths - to meet my final there.
(x2)
THE ADAPT OF ESCAPEMS 6
No, I'm not clean, if you are about the good and health of the soul.
The sky is tired of looking at me and tired to love.
My actions on this earth are drowning me in the mud.
People do not like me, I them too, and so I'm used to.
Everyone wants to see my repentance, but you are not the judges.
I do what I can, love, tear to pieces for you -
Just accept all the shortcomings, ugliness and my bitches.
While I'm alive, you're not alone.
Afterwards I'll leave my songs, boozes and screams at all, and these poems.
I did not know how I should be, how to get out of the bottom,
But I felt: it eats me while I meet my black sunset.
What kind of needle? I'm more of a reality here.
Just like this left no choice,
Except for the unknown demons, we need to get a chance.
Do not pray for me: black marks on my hands,
Gray lenses in front of my eyes.
I am doomed to die without end.
I have long been among the flocks of crows,
I do not even think: to heaven or hell.
So - thanks! But the truth is, do not, do not pray for me.
Here is my path: the paths of the dark thickets
I can not collapse or go back.
Somewhere my fate was chosen for me.
I go down to the depths - to meet my final there.
(x2)
I see someone else's body, but in my loop,
The corpses are on my river, the witch is on my broom.
Do you think I'm crazy? Make a cross and spit.
I want to wake up, but, alas, I do not sleep.
Nightmare in reality is my rock
And I see my death in the peephole.
- You seem to be following me, are we going?
And she says: "Wait, you're not ready yet."
- How so? I have long been your whole.
I do not belong here, I just brought pain to this house.
"Whatever it was, I'm against everything a priori."
She will leave me alone again and with pain.
See, friend? Yes, I know where my finish, friend,
But I do not understand yet, will they let me go my way to the end.
And whether he is mine, for that matter,
And evil takes that even I myself can not finish everything.
Do not pray for me: black marks on my hands,
Gray lenses in front of my eyes.
I am doomed to die without end.
I have long been among the flocks of crows,
I do not even think: to heaven or hell.
So - thanks! But the truth is, do not, do not pray for me.
Here is my path: the paths of the dark thickets
I can not collapse or go back.
Somewhere my fate was chosen for me.
I go down to the depths - to meet my final there.
(x2)