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Антихрист

Мир омывают тёмные воды.
Хронос в клубок сворачивает время.
Мир нарушает законы природы,
Пытаясь сбросить смертности бремя.

Антихрист, уже здесь, среди вас,
Он смотрит на мир из ваших глаз.
В каждом заронил он зерно темноты.
Может быть, он – это я или ты.

Сладкие сказки в шприцах стеклянных,
В книгах, которые прочитаны не будут,
В глазах и улыбках немножко пьяных
Кумиров, которых скоро все забудут.

Всё – суета и тщета людская.
Выйдя из чрева, мы просто умираем.
Нежно неон стирает, мигая,
Зыбкую грань между адом и раем.

Результаты (английский) 1:

The AntichristA world washed in dark waters. Chronos in a tangle of winding down time. World violates the laws of nature, Trying to reset the mortality burden. The Antichrist is already here among you, He looks at the world from your eyes. In each he has caused grain dark. Maybe it is me or you. Sweet fairytales in glass syringes, In the books, which will not read In the eyes and smiles slightly drunk Idols, which everyone will forget soon. All is vanity and human vanity. Coming out of the womb, we just die. Gently neon blurs, blinking, The fragile line between hell and paradise.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Antichrist

World wash dark water.
Chronos turns into a ball while.
World violates the laws of nature,
trying to relieve the burden of mortality.

Antichrist is here, among you,
he looks at the world from your eyes.
In each he planted corn dark.
Maybe he - I or you.

Sweet tale in glass syringes,
in a book which will not be read,
in the eyes and smile slightly drunk
Idols, which soon will be forgotten.

Everything - Human vanity and vanity.
Coming out of the womb, we just die.
Gently blurs neon blinking,
the shifting line between heaven and hell.

Результаты (английский) 3:

the antichristthe world is washed by the water.chronos in the ball of the time.the world violates the laws of naturetrying to dump the mortality burden.the antichrist is already here, among you,he looks at the world from your eyes.responsible for putting him in each grain of the dark.maybe it is you or me.sweet fairy tales in glass syringes.in the books that will be read.in the eyes and smiles a little drunkheroes, which will all be forgotten.it is the love the people.come out from the womb, we just die.soft neon erases, blink.surface line between hell and heaven.