spiritual front - Border
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Я плачу высокую цену.
Скажи, какой из грехов самый полезный?
Он будет хранить во мне жизнь, несмотря ни на что,
Он сможет стряхнуть с меня пустое оцепенение.
Накажи меня и унизь, чтоб вернуть мою верность,
Чтобы сломать мои кости.
Поступи со мной жестоко, чтобы моё бесполезное существо задрожало.
Оставь таких, как я, в конце пути.
Оставь таких, как я, на острие клинка.
Прекрасный человек, вроде тебя, создал великий путь,
Отец, вроде тебя, отправил по нему сына,
Возложив тяжкую ношу на моё бледное тело,
Заставив чувствовать жестокие угрызения совести
И вечную тошноту от идеалов.
Вера не спасет меня от самого себя
И твои слова не сделают из меня святого.
Оставь таких, как я, в конце пути.
Оставь таких, как я, на острие клинка.
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I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despite all could keep me still alive
The one that could shake my improductive torpor
Give me a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake my serves,
that can break my bones.
Make me a severe move that could make my useless existance tremble.
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
Elegant men like you have created a great road to march on
and a father like you inflicted it on a son without quality
Make it weigh strongly on my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
and the obsessive nausea of ideals
Faith will not save me from myself
Nor will your words make me a saint
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
Скажи, какой из грехов самый полезный?
Он будет хранить во мне жизнь, несмотря ни на что,
Он сможет стряхнуть с меня пустое оцепенение.
Накажи меня и унизь, чтоб вернуть мою верность,
Чтобы сломать мои кости.
Поступи со мной жестоко, чтобы моё бесполезное существо задрожало.
Оставь таких, как я, в конце пути.
Оставь таких, как я, на острие клинка.
Прекрасный человек, вроде тебя, создал великий путь,
Отец, вроде тебя, отправил по нему сына,
Возложив тяжкую ношу на моё бледное тело,
Заставив чувствовать жестокие угрызения совести
И вечную тошноту от идеалов.
Вера не спасет меня от самого себя
И твои слова не сделают из меня святого.
Оставь таких, как я, в конце пути.
Оставь таких, как я, на острие клинка.
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I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despite all could keep me still alive
The one that could shake my improductive torpor
Give me a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake my serves,
that can break my bones.
Make me a severe move that could make my useless existance tremble.
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
Elegant men like you have created a great road to march on
and a father like you inflicted it on a son without quality
Make it weigh strongly on my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
and the obsessive nausea of ideals
Faith will not save me from myself
Nor will your words make me a saint
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
I pay a high price.
Tell me, which of the sins is the most useful?
He will keep life in me, no matter what
He will be able to shake off an empty numbness from me.
Punish me and humiliate me to regain my loyalty,
To break my bones.
It is cruel to act with me that my useless creature trembles.
Leave people like me at the end of the journey.
Leave people like me at the tip of the blade.
A wonderful person, like you, created a great path
Father, like you, sent his son to him,
Putting a heavy burden on my pale body,
Forcing you to feel brutal remorse
And eternal nausea from ideals.
Vera will not save me from herself
And your words will not make me a saint.
Leave people like me at the end of the journey.
Leave people like me at the tip of the blade.
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I'M Paying a Heavy Debt
Tell Me What Is the Most Fertile Sin
The One that Despite All Cold Keep Me Still Alive
The One that COULD Shake My Improductive Torpor
Give Me a Touch and Humiliating Discipline that Canhake My Serves,
That Canak My Bones.
Make Me a Severe Move that COULD MAKE My Useless Existance Tremble.
Leave Those Like Me at the End of this Road.
Leave Those Like Me on the Edge of this Blade.
Elegant Men Like You have Creed a Great Road to march on
and a Father Like You Inflicted it on a Son Without Quality
Make It Weigh Strongly On My Pale Body
Force Me to Feel The Cruel Crime of Remorse
And the Obsessive Nause of Ideals
Faith Will Not Save Me from MySelf
NOR Will Your Words Make Me a Saint
Leave Those Like Me at the End of this Road.
Leave Those Like Me on the Edge of this Blade.
Tell me, which of the sins is the most useful?
He will keep life in me, no matter what
He will be able to shake off an empty numbness from me.
Punish me and humiliate me to regain my loyalty,
To break my bones.
It is cruel to act with me that my useless creature trembles.
Leave people like me at the end of the journey.
Leave people like me at the tip of the blade.
A wonderful person, like you, created a great path
Father, like you, sent his son to him,
Putting a heavy burden on my pale body,
Forcing you to feel brutal remorse
And eternal nausea from ideals.
Vera will not save me from herself
And your words will not make me a saint.
Leave people like me at the end of the journey.
Leave people like me at the tip of the blade.
======================
I'M Paying a Heavy Debt
Tell Me What Is the Most Fertile Sin
The One that Despite All Cold Keep Me Still Alive
The One that COULD Shake My Improductive Torpor
Give Me a Touch and Humiliating Discipline that Canhake My Serves,
That Canak My Bones.
Make Me a Severe Move that COULD MAKE My Useless Existance Tremble.
Leave Those Like Me at the End of this Road.
Leave Those Like Me on the Edge of this Blade.
Elegant Men Like You have Creed a Great Road to march on
and a Father Like You Inflicted it on a Son Without Quality
Make It Weigh Strongly On My Pale Body
Force Me to Feel The Cruel Crime of Remorse
And the Obsessive Nause of Ideals
Faith Will Not Save Me from MySelf
NOR Will Your Words Make Me a Saint
Leave Those Like Me at the End of this Road.
Leave Those Like Me on the Edge of this Blade.
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