Art Of Dying

There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?

There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying

But you're still with me
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There'll be no need for it

There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying
Do you believe me?

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Як важко без тебе, Єдина моя, У чистому небі Згорає зоря. Знов перші зірниці Над нами сплелись, Єдина моя, Хоч на мить повернись. Не маю я щастя, А може знайду У погляді твому Любов чарівну. У сонячних снах Я побачив

He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life, She, her name was Mary, a lady of the night, She found him lying in that road, on a winter's night

I'm shouting all about love While they treated you like a dog When you were the one who had made it so clear All those years ago. I'm talking all about how to give They don't

Мы съехали с Макдугал в середине зимы Моя подруга из Тольятти, я сам из Костромы Мы бы дожили до лета, а там секир-башка Но в кокаине было восемь к трем зубного порошка Пришлось нам

Та й ішов мужик край дороги Край дороги мужик ішов. Та й знайшов мужик залізяку Залізяку мужик знайшов на дорозі. Та й поніс її во кузняку Во кузняку мужик поніс залізяку, Шо знайшов на дорозі. Та й