Текст песни Lust Act — If Tomorrow Doesn’t Come

If Tomorrow Doesn't Come.

What for to flee from happiness,
To deem that cockcrow's wiliness
Is misfortune. Cheer and sadness,
They do not know the permanence.

What for to bewail about that,
What was made by you. For what
In the eve with hatred to spit on
That, what seemed hallow at dawn.

What is great in a dream, in
One's waking hours is nothing.

What for to mourn,
Each of us will die.
Everyone is earthborn,
Cry or don't cry.

Truly, we never know,
That will be tomorrow.
Maybe this eve is last
For you or me, for us.

No sense to flee from happiness,
To deem that cockcrow's wiliness
Is misfortune. Cheer and sadness,
They do not know the permanence.

Stay here with me!
It's I crave so few.
Just I want to be
This evening with you.

When you behold into the sky from the earth,
That it seems: in the height, azure and lovely,
The clouds interflowed with the sky so narrowly,
What none can demarcate them, neither nerve.

My unearthly love like a heaven blue,
But despite of the azure marvel, you
Are so far from me as clouds are far
From the sky, light moon and daystar.

I'm on the station of expectation. The rain
Is spiny. It's cold. I'm waiting for you, your train
For going with you into the town of happiness.
Each minute is longer than aeon in loneliness.

Station of expectation, can you say? I pray!
Really are you the terminal on my short way?