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ROSSOMAHAAR LYRICS
"Moscow (The Sanguine Reign of Terror)" (2006 EP)
1. Êðàñîòà äîëæíà óìåðåòü (The Beauty Must Die)
2. Moscow - The Sanguine Reign of Terror
3. God#6
1. Êðàñîòà äîëæíà óìåðåòü (The Beauty Must Die)
Ñêâîçü äðåâ ñòîëåòíèõ ìãëó, íàâñòðå÷ó ñîëíöó
Ñðûâàÿ ïëîòü î äëàíè ññîõøèõñÿ âåòâåé
Íåçðèìûé ïóòü ñâîé íå èçâåäàâ
Ëîìàÿ ñòðàõ èäòè ñêîðåé
Íàâñòðå÷ó ñâåòó ñæèðàÿ òüìó
Ðîñòêîì êîëþ÷èì ñêâîçü ïàëóþ òðàâó
Íà ìåðòâîé ïî÷âå áåç òåïëà
Ïðåçðåâøèì ñìåðòü íàâåêè…
×òî æèçíü äàëà, áûëà âñåãäà ñ òîáîþ ðÿäîì
Íåçðèìûé ñâåò ñîæãëà, ïèòàÿ ñâîèì ÿäîì
È áûë ïðîêëÿò òåìè,
Êòî íå ñòàë ïîñëåäíèì
È áûë ñâÿçàí
Ñåòüþ èç òðåâîã, çàáîò î áëàãå ñâîè áëèæíèõ
Êîðìÿ ñâîåé èçãàæåííîé äóøîé
È áóäü òû òðèæäû ïðåäàí
Ðàçîðâàí ñòàåé íåíàñûòíîé
Êîðìÿ ñîáîé…
 âåê ñîìíåíèé, ñòðàõà, òðåâîã
Ñêîëüêî ñòîèò ïðåäàííûé Áîã?
Åñòü åìó òâîÿ öåíà – áåññìåðòíàÿ äóøà
Íå ñìîã óçðåòü ñâîé Ñâåò,
Óçðè ñâîé Ìðàê, íå ñòîèò æàëåòü
Î òîì, ÷òî íàâñåãäà
Êðàñîòà äîëæíà óìåðåòü
Òðîïîþ íàâè íåïðèìåòíîé
Ñòèðàÿ çà ñîáîé ñëåäû
Çàáûâ íàâåêè ïóòü çàâåòíûé
Îñòàâèâ ðîê ñâîé ïîçàäè
Ïðåäàâ çàáâåíüþ ñâîè äóìû
è ïîãðóçèâøèñü â âå÷íûé ñîí
Ñòàâ Âåùèì…
Îãíåííûå ðóíû óêàæóò ïóòü
 òâîé äîì, ÷òî áûë âñåãäà êðîìåøíûì àäîì
Ãäå òû áûëà âñåãäà ñî ìíîþ ðÿäîì
Ãäå òâîÿ ìå÷òà? Ðàçîðâàíà, ðàçáèòà
Íå óñïåâøàÿ ïîíÿòü, ÷òî áûëà ìå÷òîé
Òîìó, êòî ïðåäàí è çàáûò
Ðàçäàâëåí ñòàåé íåíàñûòíîé
Êîðìÿ ñîáîé…
Âûøå íåáà, íî íèæå íåáåñ
Îêîì íåçðÿ÷èì èùåì ñâîé ïóòü
Ìû íàâñåãäà îñòàíåìñÿ çäåñü
Ðàç ïîòåðÿâ, íàì óæå íå âåðíóòü
Ñâîé ðîê, èñòðàòèâ âî ìãëå
Èññòðî÷èâ áåçâðåìåííî
Ðàçëèòûé, êàê ðòóòü
… ñ âîñòîðãîì ñìîòðåòü
Êðàñîòà äîëæíà óìåðåòü.
2. Moscow - The Sanguine Reign of Terror
Easening, fore come the
Dreary images of gorgeous past.
Hectically they do breathe
... spitting blood.
Sobbing incontrollably
Mourning it's own perished gripe
... the sanguine reign of terror
And millions of souls bereaved
Libertine and wicked
It stands proud and glorious
... yet the rot's still visible
(oh, it's a bridal shroud!)
Taking over the roving grandeur.
Ecstatic in it's failure
The insanity progresses,
Comes forth and forth and forth
... ending in harrowing perdition.
How many have been perished?
How many have been expelled?
... none shall be questioned
Noone shall be returned.
Clad in bones and unforgiving destiny
Filled with reek of heartless centuries
... colored in everlasting grey
With blood of innocents.
It burns, it rains, turning crimson red
Disengaging and monstrously enlarging
Consuming lives and devouring minds
... a city, the kingdom in itself.
3. God#6
Íåíàâèñòü!!!
Ëîæü âî èìÿ ñïàñåíüÿ!
Âñå ðàâíî!!!
Íå äàåò ïîêîé èçáàâëåíüå
Îò ñåáÿ, îò ñâîèõ ïðîáëåì è ñòðàõîâ
Ëåã÷å íåíàâèäåòü è âîâðåìÿ ëþáèòü
Äóìàòü òîëüêî î ñåáÿ òàê ïðîùå ïîçàáûòü
Íå ïîíÿòü è íå ïûòàòüñÿ ÷òî-íèáóäü ïîíÿòü
Çàìîëèâ ñâîè ãðåõè òàê è íå ïðèíÿòü
Ñåáÿ, ñâîè ïðîáëåìû, ñòðàõè è ìå÷òû è âñå âî èìÿ!
Òâîé Áîã – òâîé ßä! Ñâîé ßä ïåé ñàì
Çëîñòü!!!
Ñæèðàåò èçíóòðè
Ñòðàõ!!!
Òû òîëüêî ïîñìîòðè
Êàê îí èãðàåòñÿ ñ òîáîé
Îâöîé ðîæäåí – óìðåøü îâöîé!
Ðàá ïî ñâîåé ñóòè óïðàâëÿåò ÷åëîâåêîì
Ðîæäåííîìó â íåâîëå, ñâîáîäà íå íóæíà
 àäó ñâîèõ ñòðàñòåé è íàãðàæäåí çà ýòî
Òû áîæèé ðàá – Ïî÷åì òâîÿ äóøà?
Óáåé ñåáÿ!!!
Òâîè ïðîáëåìû è ìå÷òû íè÷òî â èìÿ!
Òâîé Áîã – òâîé ßä! Ñâîé ßä ïåé ñàì
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