''In the name of love lost I'm frozen to her'' And all these lines is not for you already. So why I sing to winter "kill" (more) And hope only for myself?Im ready
It is a lot of passion, pleasure You presented to me then, That only known creation Will understand all to the end
All is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental
All is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental
We lived so a little Your death is fault of all We didn't enjoy blood of the Gleeful, Cause its fault of serpents-tempter moll
You died, but not the body And not a soul, fearing the fire. You just died only for me Without any pretty lie
All is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental
All is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental.Nooooo
You shouldn't think how could it be. "Farewell" only time should be spoken We are doomed in those torments to float on the sea When we will solve to repeat again(its broken)
You shouldn't think how could it be. "Farewell" only time should be spoken We are doomed in those torments to float on the sea When we will solve to repeat again(its broken)
And all is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental Ooooh
And all is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental Ooooh
And all is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental. Nooooo
And all is lost, and nothing to change, But let the past remains the secret, And that right filament Becomes the sacramental.Nooooo
Перевод:
"Во имя потерянной любви, я охладел к ней" Все эти строки ведь уже не для тебя. Так почему же я пою зиме "убей" И уповаю только на себя?
Так много страсти,наслаждения Ты подарила мне тогда, Что лишь известное творение Поймет всё это до конца.
Потеряно всё,ничего не изменить, Но пусть прошлое останется тайной, И та верная путеводная нить Станет сакраментальной
Так мало мы с тобою жили, Виной всему твоя погибель, И кровь Творца мы не испили, Виной тому Змей-искуситель.
Ты умерла,отнюдь не телом И не душой,страшась огня. Ты умерла лишь для меня и доказала это делом
Не стоит думать,как могло бы быть. "Прощай" лишь раз ведь надо говорить. Во всех тех муках обречены мы плыть, Когда решим мы снова то всё повторить