Anaal Nathrakh - A Metaphor for the Dead | Текст песни

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Act,
While in delirium,
I no longer know what I say,
Or what I do,
And yet it's necessary make an effort,
Are you not a man?

Naked and alone,
Before the cadaver.

Ridi,
Pagliaccio,
Sul tuo amore infranto,
Ridi del duol,
Che t'avvelena il cor.

Put on your costume,
And powder your face,
The people pay to be here,
And they want to laugh,
And if Harlequin,
Shall steal your Columbina,
Laugh,
Clown,
So the crowd will cheer.

Pane of glass shattered,
Yet finally clear.

Ridi,
Pagliaccio,
Sul tuo amore infranto,
Ridi del duol,
Che t'avvelena il cor.

[English translation of chours:]
Laugh,
Clown,
At your broken love,
Laugh at the grief,
That poisons your heart.

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