Текст песни Within Temptation - Grace
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Cold are the bones of thy soldiers. Longing for home, their little paradise. I don't feel redemption on their side Fallen from grace, help me rise again. Fallen from grace, help me through. Fallen from grace, help me through. Fallen from grace. Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble. Do you hear these words? Do you feel the wounds? I'll never help you through. Cold are thy souls. I feel the resentment, they feel betraid They hate the cold I don't feel redemption on their side. Fallen from grace, help me rise again Fallen from grace, help me through Холодны кости твоих воинов, Жаждущих попасть домой, в их маленький рай. Я не вижу в них избавления. Сражена красотой, помоги мне подняться. Сражена красотой, поддержи меня до самого конца. Сражена красотой, поддержи меня до самого конца. Сражена красотой… Ощути эти руки, тяжесть, холод, дрожь. Ты слышишь эти слова? Ты ощущаешь эти раны? Я никогда не стану тебе помогать. Холодны эти души. Я ощущаю оскорбление, Они чувствуют – их предали, Они ненавидят холод. Я не вижу в них избавления… Сражена красотой, помоги мне подняться. Сражена красотой, поддержи меня до самого конца. |
Cold are the bones of thy soldiers.
Longing for home, their little paradise.
I don't feel redemption on their side
Fallen from grace, help me rise again.
Fallen from grace, help me through.
Fallen from grace, help me through.
Fallen from grace.
Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, the tremble.
Do you hear these words?
Do you feel the wounds?
I'll never help you through.
Cold are thy souls.
I feel the resentment,
they feel betraid
They hate the cold
I don't feel redemption on their side.
Help me rise again
Help me through
Your warrior's bones are cold
Thirsty to get home to their little paradise.
I see no deliverance in them.
Struck by beauty, help me up.
Struck by beauty, support me to the very end.
Struck by beauty, support me to the very end.
Struck by the beauty ...
Feel these hands, heaviness, cold, trembling.
Do you hear these words?
Do you feel these wounds?
I will never help you.
These souls are cold.
I feel an insult
They feel betrayed,
They hate the cold.
I see no deliverance in them ...
Struck by beauty, help me up.
Struck by beauty, support me to the very end.