PL - Двуликий - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So much light

It burns, as if I rise from the ashes.

I break free, even though holiness is your credo.

The ghetto is raging inside the angel.

Oh no! This is a secret garden, the bastard is whispering here,

Take his fact for the truth.

Either a groan, or a curse, like an axe, like a traumatic weapon,

You can't get rid of it, even if you throw a grenade.

Fiery January, I'm your heretic.

What are you? Not a bazaar! Your sinless face

Is covered by soot. Sin has already penetrated,

He is now the leader, he is your right glare.

Everything you built I will destroy in an instant,

Everything you illuminated I will defame in an instant,

Everything I loved I will reject in an instant,

That for which you lived, I turn into a scream!

I turn every word into paint,

I shoot to confuse you, even if you wear a helmet;

You really want to be happy, wear a mask!

You can't do anything, your life is a continuous shaking!

Iha! I am your pain, I am on a dashing horse.

I am your cancer that does not pray, I hid you in darkness.

Your lust sparkles, you are in a trap,

A little more and you lie at the bottom.

"And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, there was given me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted. Three times I prayed to the Lord that it might depart from me. But the Lord said to me: ""My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness."

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

I can't stop my fierce cries!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two sides, hypocritical glare!

Stop! Wait! Maybe you're right,

But who attributed such immeasurable rights to you?

Yes, exhausted, simply smashed to smithereens

I am, but don't forget our charter with you!

It's simply terrible -

To pass on to oblivion what was beautiful.

Originally taken from purity, in vain,

Turns into a spawn of darkness impartially!

In the depths of your soul you are full of goodness,

Amazingly embroidered from the lines of linen,

Flax is painted in malachite, so skillfully, simple

The clothes you are wearing are not worthy of a slave.

Let your brothers sell you for your weight in silver,

It won't hurt to go the way from slave to king.

But to remain a man - here the idea is simple:

From your heights, forgive those who betrayed you.

As with time, with those who were with us by tribe,

Young and ancient,

Pass on by inheritance that good intention,

Change the idea

Of love, of mercy, of friendship, of fidelity,

Of independent life, of freedom from corruption.

And do not listen to the words of this inner abomination,

You are worthy to speak, you have been granted eternity.

"And therefore I will rather boast of my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am content with weaknesses, with insults, with needs, with persecutions, with oppressions for Christ's sake, for when I am weak, then I am strong."

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

I cannot stop my fierce cries!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!

Two-faced, two-faced!