äåïåø ìîä- êðàäöèòå íà ëþáîâ
Îõ ñúëçèòå, êîèòî ïðîëèâàø
Çà áåäíèòå è èçìú÷âàíè äóøè
Êîèòî ïàäàò â êðàêàòà òè
Ñ ïðîñåùè ëþáîâ ðúöå
Âñè÷êèòå ñëóæèòåëè è øèâà÷è
Àêóëèòå è ìîðÿöèòå
Âñè÷êèòå,äîáðè â òúðãîâèÿòà ñè, íî
Âèíàãè ùå ñà ãóáåùè.
Äàðåíèÿ çà áåäíèòå
Çà ìèçåðñòâàùèòå íåùàñòíèöè
È ëþáîâòà,â êîÿòî ñå êúëíàò
Ñúñ ñúðöàòà ñè íà áèáëèÿòà
Óìîëÿâàùè ÷åñòòà
Äà ñåäè íà òâîÿòà ìàñà
È ïèðóâàùè ñúñ ñâÿòîñòòà òè
Äîêàòî ñà ñïîñîáíè
Ëþáîâòà ñå íóæäàå îò ìú÷åíèöèòå ñè
Íóæäàå ñå îò æåðòâèòå ñè
Òå æèâåÿò çà êðàñîòàòà òè
È ïëàùàò çà ïîðîöèòå ñè
Ëþáîâòà ùå å ñìúðòòà
Íà ñàìîòíèòå ìè äóøåâíè áðàòÿ
Íî äóõà èì ùå æèâåå â
Ñúðöàòà íà âñè÷êè ëþáîâíèöè
Ñîáñòâåíèÿò òè ñúä
Ñ òâîèòå óñòíè è óñìèâêà
Òÿëòî òè å îðåîë
Ðàçñúäúêà èì å íà èçïèòàíèå
Ñèãóðíî, êàêòî ÷å àäàì å âå÷åð,
×å Éîõàí å îáúðíàë êîðàáà
Òå ñà èçïå÷åíè êðàäöè íà ëþáîâ
È òè ñè òåõíèÿò íàäçèðàòåë
Ëþáîâòà ñå íóæäàå îò ìú÷åíèöèòå ñè
Íóæäàå ñå îò æåðòâèòå ñè
Òå æèâåÿò çà êðàñîòàòà òè
È ïëàùàò çà ïîðîöèòå ñè
Ëþáîâòà ùå å ñìúðòòà
Íà ñàìîòíèòå ìè äóøåâíè áðàòÿ
Íî äóõà èì ùå æèâåå â
Ñúðöàòà íà âñè÷êè îñòàíàëè
Ëþáîâòà ùå å ñìúðòòà
Íà ñàìîòíèòå ìè äóøåâíè áðàòÿ
Íî äóõà èì ùå æèâåÿ â
Ñúðöàòà íà âñè÷êè îñòàíàëè
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Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With their love begging bowls
All the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades, but
They'll always be failures
Alms for the poor
For the wretched desciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the bible
Beseeching the honor
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're able
Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers
Your holding court
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Their minds are on trial
Sure as adam is eve
Sure as jonah turned whaler
They're crooked love thieves
And you are their jailor
Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others