And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from the star, like tears from the star.
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
Drying in the colour of the evening sun.
Tomorrowґs rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetimers argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.
For all those born beneath an angry star,
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
Если прольется кровь, когда плоть и сталь станут одним целым,
Она высохнет, освещенная вечерним солнцем.
А завтрашний дождь смоет ее следы.
Но она навсегда оставит отпечаток в нашей памяти.
Возможно, этот последний акт был нужен, чтобы разрешить вечный спор
О том, что насилие ничего и никогда не принесет,
Чтобы те, кто был рожден под несчастливой звездой,
Не забывали, какие мы хрупкие.
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame,
This single haunted memory of your face
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