претор был прав (praetor was right) ​​pyrokinesis lyrics english

а что если смерть существо? (what if death is being?) ​​pyrokinesis lyrics english

[Verse 1]
The little man lives, fusses
Death is adamant, but
Turning to the geometry of darkness, we
Look from a new angle, but
Just imagine:
What if death is a creature?
And life is ulcers on the body
And if a person dies, then death will heal the wound
Suddenly, really?

What if death is a being? And her life, perhaps, is blood or flesh
And if she is pricked with a needle in the corner
Children are born, and children are open wounds
Any life that arises is sharper than an ax
Play in the children’s yard
Until the wound heals, but one day it’s time for you
And what if death – creature? And life for her is like a scar

And I will move the theory – we do not live, but somehow heal
And if we rest, we will pose the question:
What if death is a creature? Is life just a pain?
Life is a hangnail, life is just a blister or a pimple, a papilloma, don’t care what
. But imagine that death is a being? And every wound hurts?
And every newborn ever on it grows into a polyp
. What if death is a creature?

Able to think and be
And we are all blind:
Neither comprehend nor understand
Well, stupidity
But what if it were so, what, after all, death is a creature? (Ha ha ha)
What if death is a being?
What if death is a being?
Are we just wounds on his body?

[Chorus]
I’ve never been so close to her
And life is a wound in the belly, no metaphysics
No half measures, hell and heaven, take away – the
last sound will break from your mouth
Death knocks – open the gate

Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta- ta-ta
I’ve never been so close to her
And life is a wound in the belly, no metaphysics
No half measures, hell and heaven, take it away – the
last sound will come out of your mouth
Death knocks – open the gates
Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta- ta-ta

[Verse 2] The
empire will cut the globe
Matter is a lie, I don’t believe
As my dear friend once told me
That illness is like premature
old age
Fatigue
No mind, no strength
Hmm

After a little thought
, Then I answered that there is no old age, Maxim
No in the usual context
We are a disease in the very essence of things
And for the one that we cannot think of like a rotting tooth, and the itching of acne
And we think, if it’s time
That life will end and the firmament of heaven
will open to us gates

But life ended, and death perked up
And on the scale of the globe we are
Scratches, but
scars will remain From great people
Diligently, like midges, we
All circle around the clockwork emptiness
From pearl beads, and you too
Look at the sky, above us there is

Starry the cloud blows smoke
And this is all, friend, you penetrated early
Morality passion is a theme
And fear is not a shadow, not a gram
My plan and my stratagem
These are all my eight trigrams, and

the Geometry of darkness, the light is inert
And if she is a creature, and we are all her wounds
What so hurt death, and
And why, why?
Who, why, why?
Who, why, why?
And guessing over the coffee grounds is empty, but the opinion
was that somewhere there is a creature similar to it and powerful no less

[Chorus]
I’ve never been so close to her
And life is a wound in the belly, no metaphysics
No half measures, hell and heaven, take away – the
last sound will break from your mouth
Death knocks – open the gate

Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta- ta-ta
I’ve never been so close to her
And life is a wound in the belly, no metaphysics
No half measures, hell and heaven, take it away – the
last sound will come out of your mouth
Death knocks – open the gates
Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta- ta-ta

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