Dissolving of Prodigy все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only,
Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand.

Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate.
Ah, this damned edge split the passion in me,
But killed your love!
Ah, how I regret my own deed and beg for forgiveness,
Eros!

I live throught my unimitated tragedy
full of sinister sound of harpies songs
give me at least one happy sunrise
which I curse countless yet.

Thousands mourning march of my thoughts
I send forth to your heart
I love you, this words fly to you filthy yet,

wistful shadow of the past
sailed through gloomy depth of my dreaming.
The love vanished in my wishes
and I kissed the flower of perdition.

From the river of time with sorrow is seized my soul,
the garden faded and by blood are dimmed my eyes.
every day increases on my heart the scratch

Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today,
When the prophetes break so unfeelingly
The ray of my luck.
And I my hand rear to you kissed by pain,
To forever take down from mute mouth bitter fruit of my wailing.

I interweaved by aure of despair.
I judge, that the joy is only punishment for me,

Vainly I groprein gloomy grey of this world
I look for deliverance from suffering and sorrow
I die in my dreaming beauty
My heart breaks and with him dies my hope

Ask, when blooms the love
feeling of luck, which rends my soul

As the cold penetrated in my body
And I heard the child’s crying,
Then the strange woman I saw
And in her arms my soul infatuaded the sorrow.

Ah no, I separted, departed, departed and lost my love.
In a dream I saw her my dead body to embrace.
I mourned for her, yes mourned and hoped,

Vytrvej bratře, bys okusil slávu.
Tisíc hlav dej za jeho čtvrtou hlavu.
Ním krev Vánů ti byla dána.
Příkladem vzdoru budiž nám Rujana.

Bílý hřebec na zadní se vzpírá.
Jen jeho věštbě můžeš pevně věřit.
Čtyřmi směry Svantovít se dívá,

Empty words prophesing my future
mournful laughter is reflected in my eyes
his tragedy distributes my point
and uch my sacrament

From pain rise my love
and free me my gloomy jewel
my ego withers with my last sunraies

Perhaps the wind itself from
Old myth sweped the dust away,
In a sleep of beauty frigg caused the fear.
Ah worried, worried is Balde’s mother.
So worried, that even the death takes a pity on him.

I saw the meadow full of faces,
Faces full of child’s smile.

I lived to love,
To retain your magic
In my memory.

By the prickliest thorn
Was engraved in my heart
Your name's beauty,
To my ears so much melodious.

Oh, how stone became for me this world,
world, which once in my heart I liked to carry so.
Oh, where has gone the rare flower,
whose thorns haven´t stooped to throttle my soul.

My hopes faded and my longings feel into oblivion.
I loved for love, but the dream became only suffering for me.
In bottomless despair change my eyes belief and waiting,

No voice, no singing,
I call at the distance.
Only like sad whaleos songs
Resound from dark fog mournful
The soul lacerating lamentations.

Only the silent wind, this one my tears dries up.
Only deep silence is music of my heart,