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Roman Rain - Королева

Она входит в свой замок сквозь белый экран.
Она как серая пыль в паутине звезд,
Ее сердце гранит с кристаллами льда,
Ее пальцы, как бритвы, массируют плоть.

И я убиваю тебя, моя королева.
И я убиваю тебя, моя королева.

Ее корона из ртути, бриллианты из слез,
Ее плач - это кровь,
Ее смех - это стон,
Она поет свои песни под ветер и дождь,
Она красива, как день,
Она слепа как ночь.

И я убиваю тебя, моя королева.
Тело твое словно лед от слез моих.
И ты убиваешь меня, моя королева
Тело твое словно лед от слез моих.

Словно лед… словно лед… лед от слез моих…

И я убиваю тебя, моя королева.
Тело твое словно лед от слез моих.
И ты убиваешь меня, моя королева
Тело твое словно лед от слез моих.

Моя королева… моя королева… от слез моих...
Комментарии (0) 21.02.2010. 11:24
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Roman Rain - Умерла

Тихий звук коснётся неба,
Разлетится на куски.
Прочной сталью режу стены.
Я пою прощанья гимн.
Дождь приводит сон в движенье.
В каждой капле цвет огня,
В каждой ноте утешенье.
Я пою, я умерла! Умерла....

Тот ковёр, что сшила осень,
Рвёт луна на мелкий град,
Те слова, что ты мне бросил
Я спою, я умерла!
Комментарии (0) 21.02.2010. 11:23
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Roman Rain - Orpheus

Thru magic power of aerial music,
Entrancing skies and birds and stones,
I hear the cruel tears of martyr
Mourning his love all gone to kingdom come.
I also hear the shrieks of thousand wild voices,
The coarse fingers rip apart your adolescent flesh,
The chaste blood drops with the sound of purest peal,
And ground and beasts and trees gasp at the sorrow they feel.
Oh beauteous Orpheus, repose,
Your heart’s still beating in the nature’s symphony,
Forevermore trying to arouse,
Your passion’s still living in sublime harmony.
The powers of the underworld, begone,
All left subdued by perpetual godlike sound.
The storms fade away and venoms stay benign,
Alive or dead – obedient like a lamb.
Oh beauteous Orpheus, repose,
Your heart’s still beating in the nature’s symphony,
Forevermore trying to arouse,
Your passion’s still living in sublime harmony.
Комментарии (1) 21.02.2010. 11:21
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Roman Rain - Morbid Feeling

The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
A weird apparition
At my memory"s cradle.
A carnival feast in the middle of graveyard,
A world savior wrapped in laurels and crucified,
A line of kids dropping down into
A blear existence one by one
One by one.
The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
I"m flower that grows
From the cruel bloody soil.
I saw the land which cried for living,
I heard the music of spheres beyond life.
Here fear is bourn, here passion is found.
Feels like I"m dropped in the back of beyond,
Back of beyond.
The war of perceptions,
The battle in my brains,
A weird apparition
At my memory"s cradle.
I wish I were music
In the bottom of depth,
I"d purely flow up,
Relying on
Almighty death
Almighty death
Almighty death
Комментарии (0) 21.02.2010. 11:21
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Roman Rain - Higher, Higher

It’s not my day
And not my world to live in and die in.
It’s not my way
And I wasn’t bourn to look for fear

To excite me
Or frustrate me,
Invite me
Into the world
Of creators,
Decivilizators.
Inspirations,
Imaginations.

Higher, higher…

It’s not my song
And not my voice collapsing.
It’s not my home
And I’m asking, what the hell I am to all.

Excite me,
Frustrate me,
Invite me
Into the world
Of creators,
Decivilizators.
Inspirations,
Imaginations.

Higher, higher…

I’m not your love,
I’m not spending nights tripping and flying.
It’s not okay,
But I do not care anyway for it all.

Excite me,
Frustrate me,
Invite me
Into the world
Of creators,
Decivilizators.
Inspirations,
Imaginations.

Higher, higher…
Higher, higher
Комментарии (0) 21.02.2010. 11:20
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Roman Rain - Dementia's Hailing

Hear Beelzebub call me down to where we all belong.
I’m calling
To skies singing,
To stars howling
And spheres ringing.
I’m crying
Don’t let me go falling,
I’m not lying,
Everything’s dying.
Whispering voices –
Dementia’s hailing.
Thru chill blue light
I’m crawling.
Mischief of colors –
Dementia’s hailing,
Deafening torrent –
And I’m falling
I’m praying
Don’t let me go falling
From world swaying
‘Cause I’m just nervous.
I’m seeking
For at least one good morning,
I’m just freaking
To be honest.
Whispering voices –
Dementia’s hailing.
Thru chill blue light
I’m crawling.
Mischief of colors –
Dementia’s hailing,
Deafening torrent –
And I’m falling
Whispering voices –
Dementia’s hailing.
Mischief of colors –
Dementia’s hailing.
Exhausted mind –
Dementia’s hailing.
Hazy blackness of sky –
And I’m falling.
Hear Beelzebub call me down to where we all belong.
Комментарии (0) 21.02.2010. 11:18
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Roman Rain - Dark Thing

The ground beneath my feet
Hides something dreary and unheard,
‘S just like your soul, so pure and sweet,
Absorbed the tribulations of the wicked world.
A joyless wretch, I sit in shade
Of desolated mighty cypress,
Entombed beneath the rustling foliage,
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
I’ll come to console you,
My dark thing.
I’ll bleed and I’ll cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.
You are the shadow of my grief and joy,
The echo of my soul’s every gust,
Each evanescent moment of this life
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
All that I need is just observing you,
Protecting and adoring you.
No word will ever leave my agonizing flesh,
Only my blood is conscious of my feelings.
I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
I’ll come to console you,
My dark thing.
I’ll bleed and I’ll cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.
[monologue]
They better let me bleed,
See what my pain is like,
Know what my love is worth
And never stop the flow.
Taste of the breathless flesh will then
Tell what my pain is like,
Show how my love hides inside,
Buried in heaving breast.
Комментарии (0) 21.02.2010. 11:18
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