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У​л​ы​б​а​й​с​я В​е​т​р​у - С​м​е​р​т​ь П​р​о​м​е​т​е​я

from Jailbird Blues Volume 1 by Caged Bird Sounds

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[Смерть Прометея]
Слишком холодно стало здесь. Разорвав полог из звезд стать счастливее, но не здесь; получить все ответы.
Мы на земле, солнце в руках не освещает дорогу во тьме.
Рассвет пробирает до костей, выжигает наши души дотла.
Кем мы станем на заре? Кем мы станем когда последний пророк умрет? Ветром или пеплом?

[Death of the Prometheus]
It became too cold in here. Worming through the canopy made of stars, becoming happier but not in here, getting all the answers.
We are on the ground, the sun in our hands cannot illuminate the path in the darkness.
The dawn is chilling to the bone, burns our souls to dust.
Who will we become at the reveille? Who will we become when the last prophet passes away? The wind or the ashes?

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from Jailbird Blues Volume 1, released November 3, 2016

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