Shuli Rand - Tsadik versuri traducere în engleză

Saint

Speaking of belief, but youre cought by the nature
Feeling the sorrow of the shekhina*, from your sorrow cant move
How will you sell them happiness, when youre one of the saddest people in town
How much a opened heart is important, You say but you will never give away your heart
 
A tool that holds the blessing is the peace, And no peace with yourself
Dont make the bible an axe, a dagger and a sword of your bible
With light one as a severe one, getting tired, making effort
Your settled Mishna**, clear, leavened bread in the rooms.
 
How he is marching calmly, with pride
Getting drunk, getting dizzy from the mob's voices
They call him a saint, bless you saint
 
In the lap of the fool will rest anger, rage of adders is your rage
Fool is passing his life without deed, you are sinking in your lazyness
How will you remember where you came from if you dont know where you're going to
Im a small mosquito from above, you say, what ever
But inside your heart a demon from a forest rules
 
How he is marching between a light to crazyness
Lame comfortably on the mob's head
They call him a saint, bless you saint
 
Hey saint, have a rest, stop
Until when will you twist, until when when will you beat around the bush
After all you know that nothing will help
Through this pain you need to pass
 
No one is pushing me, Stop falling asleep***
My nights are not coming anymore to demand their insults
How can I run away from you, where will i got?
Saint in his death is still alive, Me, in my life im already dead
 
Hey saint, between kse and asor****
What will you tell yourself, what will you sell to yourself
After all you know that nothing will help
Through this pain you need to pass
 


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