Van Der Graaf Generator - Every Bloody Emperor
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Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру,
справедливость и равенство...
Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда наше голосование
становится простой формальностью,
и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас
до ролей рабов и невольников
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император требует,
чтобы свобода была его личным делом,
когда он вбивает свое всеобщее прикосновение
как экстренные параграфы.
К народам народы обращаются на языке канавы;
обменянные инсульты в прайм-тайм
на импульсы империи
простираются через экраны.
Истина повержена на колени;
ложь внедрена беспредельно,
и пока эти повторения не станут
официальной доктриной,
мы - предатели неверия.
С каким же бессилием мы горюем
о демократическом процессе,
пока наши славные лидеры
тайно договариваются накормить нас
последними остатками диктаторского презрения
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
тянет свои руки к юбке истории,
когда позирует для потомства,
стоя на свежевыкопанной грязи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
с мерзкой ухмылкой на губах
говорит о своем способе выхода из положения
почти что попало, но ложь - внутри,
потому что каждый кровавый император
думает, что его право управлять - свято,
так что он будет изворачиваться и изворачиваться,
и изворачиваться до своего конца.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда один за одним наши голоса затихают,
и двойные стандарты пропаганды
сковывают весь наш праведный гнев.
Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру.
Но наша вера исчезает - с приближением к финишу,
мы - всего лишь рабы и невольники
в тот момент, когда империя рушится.
Every Bloody Emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
вера в человеческую натуру,
справедливость и равенство...
Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда наше голосование
становится простой формальностью,
и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас
до ролей рабов и невольников
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император требует,
чтобы свобода была его личным делом,
когда он вбивает свое всеобщее прикосновение
как экстренные параграфы.
К народам народы обращаются на языке канавы;
обменянные инсульты в прайм-тайм
на импульсы империи
простираются через экраны.
Истина повержена на колени;
ложь внедрена беспредельно,
и пока эти повторения не станут
официальной доктриной,
мы - предатели неверия.
С каким же бессилием мы горюем
о демократическом процессе,
пока наши славные лидеры
тайно договариваются накормить нас
последними остатками диктаторского презрения
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
тянет свои руки к юбке истории,
когда позирует для потомства,
стоя на свежевыкопанной грязи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
с мерзкой ухмылкой на губах
говорит о своем способе выхода из положения
почти что попало, но ложь - внутри,
потому что каждый кровавый император
думает, что его право управлять - свято,
так что он будет изворачиваться и изворачиваться,
и изворачиваться до своего конца.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда один за одним наши голоса затихают,
и двойные стандарты пропаганды
сковывают весь наш праведный гнев.
Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру.
Но наша вера исчезает - с приближением к финишу,
мы - всего лишь рабы и невольники
в тот момент, когда империя рушится.
Every Bloody Emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
All of us gives us strength the same thing:
Faith in human nature,
Justice and equality ...
All that we have is faith that leads us.
Insignificant change,
When our vote
becomes a simple formality
And our overlords and owners cast us
to roles of slaves and slaves
In the name of the New Empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor demands
so that freedom is his personal affair,
when he drives his universal touch
Like emergency paragraphs.
To the peoples, peoples turn in the language of ditches;
exchanged strokes in prime time
On the impulses of the empire
stretch through the screens.
Truth is defeated to the knees;
Lies were introduced infinitely,
And until these repetitions become
official doctrine,
We are traitors of unbelief.
With what powerlessness we are burning
About the democratic process,
While our glorious leaders
secretly agree to feed us
the last remnants of dictatorial contempt
In the name of the New Empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
pulls his hands to the skirt of history,
when posing for offspring,
Standing on freshly dotted dirt.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
with a vile grin on the lips
talks about his way to get out of the situation
almost hit, but lies - inside,
Because every bloody emperor
thinks that his right to manage is sacred,
So he will dodge and dodge,
And dodge to your end.
Insignificant change,
when one by one our voices subside,
and double propaganda standards
They constrain our entire righteous anger.
All of us gives us strength the same thing:
Faith in human nature.
But our faith disappears - with approaching the finish line,
We are just slaves and slaves
At the moment when the empire collapses.
EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR
By this we are all sustained: a belief in Human Nature
And in Justice and Parity ... all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible The Change as Our Votes Become Mere Gestures
and OUR Lords and Masters Determine to Cast us
In the Roles of Serfs and Slaves
In the New Empire's Name.
YES and EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR CLAIMS that Freedom Is His Cause
As he buffs up on his comon touch as a get-out clause.
Unto Nations Nations Speak in the Language of the Gutter;
Trading Primetime Insults The Imperial Impulse
Extends Across the Screen.
Truth's Been Beaten to Its Knees; The Lies Embed Ad infinitum
Till Their Repetition Becomes a Dictum
We're Traitors to Disbeliev.
With What Impotence We Grief for the Democratic Process
As OUR Glorious Leaders Conspire to Feed Us
The Last Dregs of Imperious Disdain
In the New Empire's Name.
YES and EVERY BLOODY EMPERORS GOS HANDS UP History's Skirt
As he poses for posterity over the Fresh-Dug Dirt.
YES and EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR WIS HIS SICKLY RICTUS GRIN
Talks HIS Way Out of Nearly Anything But the Lie Within
Because EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR Thinks HIS Right to Rule Divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his Own Decline.
Imperceptible The Change As One by One Oour Voices Falter
And the Double Standards of Propaganda
Still All Our Righteous Rage.
By this we are all sustained: OUR BELIEF in Human Nature.
But OUR FAITH DIMINISES - Close to the Finish,
We're Only Serfs and Slaves
As the Empire Decays.
Faith in human nature,
Justice and equality ...
All that we have is faith that leads us.
Insignificant change,
When our vote
becomes a simple formality
And our overlords and owners cast us
to roles of slaves and slaves
In the name of the New Empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor demands
so that freedom is his personal affair,
when he drives his universal touch
Like emergency paragraphs.
To the peoples, peoples turn in the language of ditches;
exchanged strokes in prime time
On the impulses of the empire
stretch through the screens.
Truth is defeated to the knees;
Lies were introduced infinitely,
And until these repetitions become
official doctrine,
We are traitors of unbelief.
With what powerlessness we are burning
About the democratic process,
While our glorious leaders
secretly agree to feed us
the last remnants of dictatorial contempt
In the name of the New Empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
pulls his hands to the skirt of history,
when posing for offspring,
Standing on freshly dotted dirt.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
with a vile grin on the lips
talks about his way to get out of the situation
almost hit, but lies - inside,
Because every bloody emperor
thinks that his right to manage is sacred,
So he will dodge and dodge,
And dodge to your end.
Insignificant change,
when one by one our voices subside,
and double propaganda standards
They constrain our entire righteous anger.
All of us gives us strength the same thing:
Faith in human nature.
But our faith disappears - with approaching the finish line,
We are just slaves and slaves
At the moment when the empire collapses.
EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR
By this we are all sustained: a belief in Human Nature
And in Justice and Parity ... all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible The Change as Our Votes Become Mere Gestures
and OUR Lords and Masters Determine to Cast us
In the Roles of Serfs and Slaves
In the New Empire's Name.
YES and EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR CLAIMS that Freedom Is His Cause
As he buffs up on his comon touch as a get-out clause.
Unto Nations Nations Speak in the Language of the Gutter;
Trading Primetime Insults The Imperial Impulse
Extends Across the Screen.
Truth's Been Beaten to Its Knees; The Lies Embed Ad infinitum
Till Their Repetition Becomes a Dictum
We're Traitors to Disbeliev.
With What Impotence We Grief for the Democratic Process
As OUR Glorious Leaders Conspire to Feed Us
The Last Dregs of Imperious Disdain
In the New Empire's Name.
YES and EVERY BLOODY EMPERORS GOS HANDS UP History's Skirt
As he poses for posterity over the Fresh-Dug Dirt.
YES and EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR WIS HIS SICKLY RICTUS GRIN
Talks HIS Way Out of Nearly Anything But the Lie Within
Because EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR Thinks HIS Right to Rule Divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his Own Decline.
Imperceptible The Change As One by One Oour Voices Falter
And the Double Standards of Propaganda
Still All Our Righteous Rage.
By this we are all sustained: OUR BELIEF in Human Nature.
But OUR FAITH DIMINISES - Close to the Finish,
We're Only Serfs and Slaves
As the Empire Decays.
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