Lyrics JIMMY LLOYDD - 1.Зависимость
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Победный марш мой ведет меня по головам!
Тут и там убиты в хлам, им плевать даже на храм!
Охранники не в силах противостоять этим силам,
Бессильны будут даже те, кто подавал признаки жизни!
Три года отроду, как какому то уроду
Три года шпарил слог за слогом, превращая в промо!
Три года боли и страданий, надежды на свободу,
До сих пор грызет совесть, что я не верил в Бога!
Все казалось так серьезно,как заседание ООН!
И сколько раз я слышал крики «Сука выйди вон!»
Сколько времени скрывался, прямо как мистер Бонд,
И сколько было глупостей мною совершено!
Но переменится все, совершенно верно,
Дело не в нервах,а в вере и попутном ветре!
Бежит по телу дрожь, не вызывая ложь,
Но вызывая зависимость, ставя ее под нож!
My victorious march leads me over the heads!
Here and there they killed in the trash, they do not even care about the temple!
The guards are not able to resist these forces,
Powerless will be even those who showed signs of life!
Three years old, like some kind of freak
Three years spied syllable after syllable, turning into a promo!
Three years of pain and suffering, hopes for freedom,
I still have a guilty conscience that I did not believe in God!
Everything seemed as serious as a UN meeting!
And how many times have I heard screams "Bitch go out!"
How much time was hiding, just like Mr. Bond,
And how many stupid things I have committed!
But everything will change, quite right,
It is not a matter of nerves, but of faith and a fair wind!
A trembling body runs without causing a lie
But causing addiction, putting it under the knife!
Here and there they killed in the trash, they do not even care about the temple!
The guards are not able to resist these forces,
Powerless will be even those who showed signs of life!
Three years old, like some kind of freak
Three years spied syllable after syllable, turning into a promo!
Three years of pain and suffering, hopes for freedom,
I still have a guilty conscience that I did not believe in God!
Everything seemed as serious as a UN meeting!
And how many times have I heard screams "Bitch go out!"
How much time was hiding, just like Mr. Bond,
And how many stupid things I have committed!
But everything will change, quite right,
It is not a matter of nerves, but of faith and a fair wind!
A trembling body runs without causing a lie
But causing addiction, putting it under the knife!