Когда кровоточат камни
Песня. На музыку Дэвида Ковердейла.
В оригинале - потрясающая Til The End Of Time.
В моей интерпретации - лексика на уровне третьего класса.
Рифма - на уровне первого.
Но мне почему-то нравится.
Наверное, потому, что вот так просто и примитивно я чувствую.
Hatred As A Form Of Love
I.
Another road
is still to follow;
Another day is breaking down.
I'm face to face
with twisted sorrow
I want to leave, but feet don't feel the ground.
And I'm failing to hide emotions,
Torn to pieces while I try to play it rough
But I can't help it - you're my devotion,
And my hatred is a form of love.
II.
I broke myself
to act forever.
I've left the splinters burning in the sun.
I walked on by
through now and never
And now I wish there was a way to run.
Thus I'm failing to hide emotions,
Torn to pieces while I try to play it rough
But I can't help it - you're my devotion,
And my hatred is a form of love.