Текст песни Vicious Crusade - Stigmata
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(Lyrics by Alena Gornyh, Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel)
…No footprints on the snow — it's my own way, my track.
It's time for me to go — no look, no turning back.
Can't breathe in tidy room, your room you keep me in.
Sweet home, sweet tidy tomb, there's no more life within.
My wounds — can't see them bleed?
These wounds are caused by you.
I swear I'll never be the one you want me to.
What have you ever learnt deep in your sweetest shell?
The place, you so much longed, turned to your prison cell.
The room with polished floor, where line of life was cut.
No turning back, sweet home, your door's now closely shut…
Away, far away, far away there is somewhere.
Away, far away there's a dream, there is me.
I'm real, I can feel, just can feel there is someday.
When I, still alive, flying free wish to be.
На снегу не останется следов. Но это моя дорога, мой путь.
Время уходить. Я не взгляну, не обернусь назад.
Мне нечем дышать в этой чистой комнате, в которой ты держишь меня.
Родной дом. Милая чистая могила. В нем не осталось больше жизни.
Мои раны — разве ты не видишь, как они кровоточат?
Эти раны — они нанесены тобой.
Я клянусь, я никогда не стану той, какой ты хочешь меня видеть.
Чему научилась ты, запертая в своей прекрасной скорлупе?
Место, о котором ты так мечтала, превратилось в твою тюремную камеру.
Комната с начищенным полом. Комната, где вырезалась линия моей жизни.
Я не вернусь, родной дом. Теперь твоя дверь для меня наглухо заперта.
Далеко, очень далеко есть «где-то». Там, далеко, очень далеко есть мечта, есть я.
И я — настоящая, я могу чувствовать, просто могу чувствовать, что настанет день,
Когда я, все еще живая, буду свободно летать и желать жить. Stigmata
(Lyrics by Alena Gornyh, Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel)
... No footprints on the snow - it's my own way, my track.
It's time for me to go - no look, no turning back.
Can not breathe in tidy room, your room you keep me in.
Sweet home, sweet tidy tomb, there's no more life within.
My wounds - can not see them bleed?
These wounds are caused by you.
I swear I'll never be the one you want me to.
What have you ever learnt deep in your sweetest shell?
The place, you so much longed, turned to your prison cell.
The room with polished floor, where line of life was cut.
No turning back, sweet home, your door's now closely shut ...
Away, far away, far away there is somewhere.
Away, far away there's a dream, there is me.
I'm real, I can feel, just can feel there is someday.
When I, still alive, flying free wish to be.
On snow no trace . But this is my way , my way.
Time to leave. I did not take a look , do not turn around back.
I can not breathe in the clean room in which you hold me.
Home. Lovely clean grave . There are no more life.
My wounds - can not you see how they bleed ?
These wounds - they are applied to you .
I swear I'll never be that what you want me to see.
Something to teach you , locked in its beautiful shell ?
Place of which you so wanted , turned into your prison cell.
Room with polished floors. The room where the line was cut out of my life.
I will not return home. Now it's your door for me tightly locked.
Far, far away there "somewhere ." There, far, far away have a dream I have .
And I - the real , I can feel , I can just feel that one day ,
When I was still alive , I will be free to fly and be willing to live .
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