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
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.
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.
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
Let's make it all for one and all for love.
Let the one you hold be the one you want,
The one you need,
'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love.
There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence.
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology.
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one.
Gentleness, sobriety are rare
in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun.
Every day another miracle.
Only death will tear us apart.
To sacrifice a life for yours,
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart.
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