Текст песни Maladies to Be Cured (Thrown to the Sun) с переводом

Sins of the flesh are nothing

They are maladies to be cured

Sins of the soul alone are shameful

All our sanities are obscured

The great things of life

Are what they seem to be

Loathsome to interpret

They reveal nothing

Little things of life are symbols

By which we receive our bitter lessons

In prisons

In lives

Which hold no event but sorrow

Time is measured by throbs of pain

Between myself and the memory of joy,

There lies a gulf,

No less deep than that between myself

And the bliss in existence

I stand on holy grounds of sorrow

I search my fate in mires

Wisdom is profitless

Philosophy barren

Consolations are dust

And ashes in my mouth

Into harmony with the wounded,

Broken, great heart of the world!

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