Текст песни: Nostalgic For Guillotines + перевод

Breathe

Breathe in the burning air

Then sigh

Be relieved there’s nothing there

We were free

Long before your free advice

Now the flags

They will burn in paradise

Rest your head here

Feed our nation for us, please

And retreat

To the back of our lines for your needs

As the blade

Is raised, thoughts get clearer

What if dreams

That you had came crashing down

Would you change

Or erase the memory

Of the day

Oh, the day you made us bleed

Rest your head here

Feed our nation for us, please

And retreat

To the back of our lines for your needs

We sew

The seeds upon your grave

So you know

You’ll feed us either way

Wash away your sins and begin again

Resurrection from empty hands

Back against the wall, watch your tower fall

To the ground with your head

Time to move on

Your power is gone

It’s your turn to run

Your hour has come

Let the blade fall

We’ll feed our nation as we please

As you grieve

Our children will dance in the streets

We’ve sewn

The seeds above your grave

So you know

You’ll feed us either way

And the meek shall inherit the earth

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