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  • Текст песни Death In Vegas - Soul Auctioneer

    Исполнитель: Death In Vegas
    Название песни: Soul Auctioneer
    Дата добавления: 14.09.2015 | 20:22:27
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    The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole
    As judged in a size it's a executioner goes
    To crucify Venus in cinemascope
    The narcotic preachers are happy
    High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer
    Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear
    His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer
    He is married to the truth incinerator

    There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
    Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
    The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
    In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times

    I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis
    A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses
    A dead head, a blunt needle,
    You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Drop the bomb, spread the virus
    Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence

    There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
    Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
    The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
    In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times

    You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
    You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon

    ПЕРЕВОД

    Самосуд составляет половину бесконечной дыры,
    Судя по размерам, сюда идет палач,
    Чтобы разгромить Венеру в кинотеатре.
    Проповедники рады, они все в наркоте,
    Первосвященник мезопорист, он - душевный аукционер,
    Продает скорпионов и жесткие канаты, страдая от страха.
    Его некрополь использует странные бедствия,
    Он женат на сжигающей правде.

    Руки в карманах теребят мой позвоночник,
    Яйца, вынашивающие насекомых, вылупляются в моей голове.
    Камни в моих ботинках остреют с каждым днем
    В мягком больном подбрюшье, в трупе из этих времен.

    Я лечу у себя в голове, оставляя конечный наркоз,
    Отравленный ум остерегает тебя от слепых троянских коней.
    Мертвая голова, тупая игла,
    Ты разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона.
    Брось бомбу, распространи вирус,
    Марксисты учат священников насилию вопреки всему.

    Руки в карманах теребят мой позвоночник,
    Яйца, вынашивающие насекомых, вылупляются в моей голове.
    Камни в моих ботинках остреют с каждым днем
    В мягком больном подбрюшье, в трупе из этих времен.

    Ты разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
    Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
    Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
    Демона, демона, демона, демона, демона.
    Ты разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
    Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
    Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
    Демона, демона, демона, демона, демона.
    The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole
    As judged in a size it's a executioner goes
    To crucify Venus in cinemascope
    The narcotic preachers are happy
    High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer
    Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear
    His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer
    He is married to the truth incinerator

    There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
    Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
    The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
    In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times

    I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis
    A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses
    A dead head, a blunt needle,
    You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Drop the bomb, spread the virus
    Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence

    There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
    Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
    The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
    In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times

    You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
    You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
    Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon

    TRANSLATION

    Lynching is half an endless hole
    Judging by the size, here is the executioner,
    To defeat Venus in the cinema.
    Preachers are glad they are all drugs,
    The high priest of mesoporous it - soulful Auctioneer
    Sells scorpions and tight ropes, suffering from fear.
    It uses a strange necropolis disaster
    He is married to the burning truth.

    Hands in his pockets Teasing my spine,
    The eggs hatched insects hatch in my head.
    The stones in my shoes every day ostreyut
    In the soft underbelly of the sick, in the corpse of these times.

    I'm flying in my head, leaving the end of anesthesia,
    Poisoned mind keep you from the blind Trojans.
    Totenkopf, blunt needle,
    You broke my wings, you've lost your demon.
    Drop the bomb to spread the virus,
    Marxists teach priests to violence against all odds.

    Hands in his pockets Teasing my spine,
    The eggs hatched insects hatch in my head.
    The stones in my shoes every day ostreyut
    In the soft underbelly of the sick, in the corpse of these times.

    You broke my wings, you've lost your demon
    Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
    Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
    Demon demon, the demon, the demon, the demon.
    You broke my wings, you've lost your demon
    Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
    Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
    Demon demon, the demon, the demon, the demon.

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