Оригинальный текст и слова песни Man-Erg:
The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.
Yes the killer lives.
Angels live inside me: I can feel them smile...
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their love can heal the wounds
that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall
- well, I know I shall be caught,
while the angels live.
How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?
But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes
of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak into
the corner of my room
and I am doomed...
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters
of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man
in the gables of the roof:
he tells me truth...
And I too, live inside me and very often
don't know who I am:
I know I'm not a hero, well,
I hope that I'm not damned.
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
all are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
as long as Man lives...
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
all are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees...
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Человеко-эрг
Убийца живет внутри меня:
да, я могу ощутить его движение.
Порой он спокойно спит в покое своей комнаты;
но затем его глаза раскрываются
и пристально смотрят сквозь меня,
он говорит моим голосом
и изнутри разрезает мой разум.
Да, убийца живет.
Ангелы живут внутри меня:
я могу ощутить, как они улыбаются;
Их присутствие успокаивает и
утихомиривает бурю в моем разуме,
и их любовь может лечить раны, что я нанес.
Они следят за мной, когда я близок к падению;
да, я знаю, что меня удержат,
пока ангелы живут.
Как же я могу быть свободен?
Как же мне можно помочь?
Действительно ли я - это я?
Может, я - это кто-то другой?
Но крадущаяся поступь в моих монастырях
выдает служителей тьмы,
и Голова Смерти сбрасывает свою мантию
в углу моей комнаты,
и я - приговорен...
Но смех в моем внутреннем дворике
играет шутками моей юности и торжества;
ожидая Старого Человека на фронтоне крыши:
он сказал мне правду...
И я, тоже, живу внутри себя
и очень часто не знаю, кто же я такой;
я знаю, что я не герой;
но я надеюсь, что я не проклят.
Я - всего лишь человек,
и убийцы, ангелы, все здесь,
диктаторы, спасители, беглецы
в войне и мире,
так долго, как Человек живет...
Я - всего лишь человек,
и убийцы, ангелы, все здесь:
диктаторы, спасители, беглецы.
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The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.
Yes the killer lives.
Angels live inside me: I can feel them smile ...
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their love can heal the wounds
that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall
- Well, I know I shall be caught,
while the angels live.
How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?
But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes
of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak into
the corner of my room
and I am doomed ...
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters
of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man
in the gables of the roof:
he tells me truth ...
And I too, live inside me and very often
I do not know who I am:
I know I'm not a hero, well,
I hope that I'm not damned.
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
all are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
as long as Man lives ...
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
all are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees ...
_________________________________
Man-erg
The killer lives inside me:
Yes, I can feel its movement.
Sometimes he sleeps quietly in her room alone;
but then his eyes open
and stare right through me,
He says my voice
and cuts inside my mind.
Yes, the killer lives.
Angels live inside me:
I feel like they're smiling;
Their presence calms and
It calms a storm in my mind,
and their love can heal the wounds that I have caused.
They watch me when I'm close to falling;
Yes, I know that I will keep,
while the angels live.
How can I be free?
How can I help?
Am I - am I doing?
Maybe I'm - it's somebody else?
But the creeping pace of my monasteries
It provides the ministers of darkness,
and the head of Death throws his mantle
in a corner of my room,
I - sentenced ...
But laughing in my courtyard
playing jokes of my youth and triumph;
Old man waiting on the front of the roof:
He told me the truth ...
And I, too, live inside
and very often I do not know who I am;
I know that I am not a hero;
but I hope that I have not cursed.
I - just a man,
and murderers, angels are all here,
dictators, saviors, fugitives
in war and peace,
as long as man lives ...
I - just a man,
and murderers, angels are all here:
dictators, saviors fugitives.