Текст песни The Dead Sea (Cult Of Youth) с переводом

Some birds thrive from their own decay

And the sun was beating down

The joy to melt the frost away

For the truth was never found

For all their talk of tolerance

They threw stones at their feet

We raise our glass in shame

To drink deep

When vengence blooms like flowers

A different form of grief

So vulgar were their martyrs

So harmless were their teeth

For all their talk of tolerance

They threw stones at their feet

We raise our glass in shame

To drink deep

And the sea it nearly vanished

For their lies, they were so vast

When the laughter lost its power

They were feeding off the trash

For all their talk of tolerance

They threw stones at their feet

We raise our glass in shame

To drink deep

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