Текст песни Yarek Ovich - Limen Furor
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Strange places, absurd situation, illogical deeds,
To many remembrances of things, that never could be.
I can’t understand the bond between them, but I see
An only mutual thing among this ravings –
A woman-like silhouette, laughing from afar!
Whom or what you are? Do I know you?
Stop running! Turn around! Show me your face!
Make things clear – open my eyes on reasons
Of obsession, that makes me remain.
Coming to senses for another time,
I realize the difference, believing – normal still.
But it’s every time harder to keep the distinction
Between real and the madness.
Frigidus vocem vanitas invocat
In transitu infinitum - limen furor.
Inside all-cosmic space I took my place – a dot.
Dead point, from where the only wrong step means fall
To depths of no return.
Grant me a touch!
Breathe the life into atrophied flesh!
Guide me on!
Help to break out of this prison!
Don’t let give up!
A masterpiece of introversion –
A final paint-stroke on a canvas of being.
Coming to senses for another time,
I realize the difference, believing – normal still.
But it’s every time harder to keep the distinction
Between real and the madness.
Is this all real, or just visions inside my head?
In this twisted life have I lost my mind,
Or maybe I’m dreaming while already dead?
В преддверии безумия
Странные места, абсурдные ситуации, нелогичные поступки,
Слишком много воспоминаний о вещах, которые никогда не могли быть.
Я не могу понять связь между ними, но я вижу
Единственную общую черту среди этого бреда –
Силуэт, напоминающий женщину, смеющуюся издалека!
Кто или что ты есть? Знаю ли я тебя?
Прекрати убегать! Повернись! Покажи мне своё лицо!
Проясни – открой мне глаза на причины
Одержимости, заставляющей меня оставаться.
Приходя в чувство вновь,
Я осознаю разницу, веря – всё ещё нормален.
Но с каждым разом всё сложнее сохранять различие
Между реальностью и сумасшествием.
Холодный голос пустоты взывает
На грани бесконечности - в преддверии безумия.
Внутри всекосмического пространства я занял своё место - точку.
Мёртвую точку, один неверный шаг откуда означает падение
В безвозвратные глубины.
Даруй мне прикосновение!
Вдохни жизнь в атрофированную плоть!
Покажи мне путь!
Помоги сбежать из этой тюрьмы!
Не дай сдаться!
Шедевр интроверсии –
Последний мазок на холсте бытия.
Приходя в чувство вновь,
Я осознаю разницу, веря – всё ещё нормален.
Но с каждым разом всё сложнее сохранять различие
Между реальностью и сумасшествием.
Реально ли всё это, или все лишь видения в моей голове?
Потерял ли я рассудок в этой сплетённой жизни,
Или может я грежу, будучи уже мёртвым? Limen Furor
Strange places, absurd situation, illogical deeds,
To many remembrances of things, that never could be.
I can not understand the bond between them, but I see
An only mutual thing among this ravings -
A woman-like silhouette, laughing from afar!
Whom or what you are? Do I know you?
Stop running! Turn around! Show me your face!
Make things clear - open my eyes on reasons
Of obsession, that makes me remain.
Coming to senses for another time,
I realize the difference, believing - normal still.
But it's every time harder to keep the distinction
Between real and the madness.
Frigidus vocem vanitas invocat
In transitu infinitum - limen furor.
Inside all-cosmic space I took my place - a dot.
Dead point, from where the only wrong step means fall
To depths of no return.
Grant me a touch!
Breathe the life into atrophied flesh!
Guide me on!
Help to break out of this prison!
Do not let give up!
A masterpiece of introversion -
A final paint-stroke on a canvas of being.
Coming to senses for another time,
I realize the difference, believing - normal still.
But it's every time harder to keep the distinction
Between real and the madness.
Is this all real, or just visions inside my head?
In this twisted life have I lost my mind,
Or maybe I'm dreaming while already dead?
On the eve of madness
Strange places, absurd situations, illogical actions
Too many memories of things that never could be.
I can not understand the connection between them, but I see
The only common feature among this nonsense -
Silhouette, resembling a woman laughing from afar!
Who or what are you? Do I know you?
Stop running away! Turn Around! Show me your face!
Clarify - opened my eyes to the reasons
Possession, forcing me to stay.
Coming to life again,
I am aware of the difference in the belief - still normal.
But each time more and more difficult to maintain a distinction
Between reality and madness.
Cold voice calls emptiness
On the brink of infinity - in anticipation of madness.
Inside vsekosmicheskogo space I took his place - the point.
Dead center, where one wrong move means a fall
In irretrievable depth.
Give me touch!
Breathe life into atrophied flesh!
Show me the way!
Help to escape from this prison!
Do not let pass!
Masterpiece introversion -
Last stroke on the canvas of life.
Coming to life again,
I am aware of the difference in the belief - still normal.
But each time more and more difficult to maintain a distinction
Between reality and madness.
Is it possible to all of this, or is just a vision in my head?
If I lose my mind in this life weaved,
Or maybe I'm dreaming, when he was already dead?
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