Текст песни The Old Dead Tree — We Cry As One
A deep frustration's running through my veins,
A dark light's entering thе church
By pale glass windows
And I feel so cold.
I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed
In the very centre of the nave.
I'm trying to imagine You...
...Sleeping.
We're in the home
Of life and death,
Where each being takes end.
And time flows with the sand!
We cry as one,
Your friends, Your family.
Death has stained this day.
And now he's gone away.
I think You would be smiling
Listening to this priest today
Before his church.
I can still remember
Your songs about Christendom and slavery.
I can't realise!
Death before my eyes!
Listening to this sermon's lies!
He's never seen You!
He's never talked to You!
How can his white lies be true?
But I have to understand,
This prayer that pays tribute too
It's not here to be true, but to help us go through
The deep pain that we bear, the way we all suffer.
Our dreams of paradise get the pain out of our minds.
A dark light's entering thе church
By pale glass windows
And I feel so cold.
I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed
In the very centre of the nave.
I'm trying to imagine You...
...Sleeping.
We're in the home
Of life and death,
Where each being takes end.
And time flows with the sand!
We cry as one,
Your friends, Your family.
Death has stained this day.
And now he's gone away.
I think You would be smiling
Listening to this priest today
Before his church.
I can still remember
Your songs about Christendom and slavery.
I can't realise!
Death before my eyes!
Listening to this sermon's lies!
He's never seen You!
He's never talked to You!
How can his white lies be true?
But I have to understand,
This prayer that pays tribute too
It's not here to be true, but to help us go through
The deep pain that we bear, the way we all suffer.
Our dreams of paradise get the pain out of our minds.
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
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Текст песни The Old Dead Tree — We Cry As One рассказывает о глубокой фрустрации, которая овладевает главным героем, когда он оказывается в церкви перед гробом возлюбленного. Он ощущает холод и отчаяние, погруженный в мир жизни и смерти. Друзья и семья скорбят вместе, запечатлевая этот день смертью и уходом возлюбленного. Главный герой вспоминает моменты, когда возлюбленный пел о религии и рабстве. Он не может поверить в смерть, видя ее перед собой, слушая ложные слова проповедника. Однако он осознает, что молитва помогает нам пережить боль и страдание, выносит страдания из наших умов и облегчает дорогу к райским мечтам..