Vanity Fair Ярмарка тщеславия

I have broken my wings
I have failed my dreams
I have drenched with pain
I have sicked with shame
Sell my mind to nowhere
To nobody I swear
I can take you away
From the razorblade day
Striking moods of the heartless
Guestions fade without answers
Just rise up and erase in this smelt unfresh air
Give your mind to the sellars in this vanity fair

Nothing matters to you
Since you break your own life
Nohing's laughing at you
Since you find where to dive
Smiles of angels and demons (шепотом)
Wicked smiles of death's sons
At this vanity fair
You will know what's to share


They will smooth your hair
At this vanity fair
They will make-up your eyes
They're cold like an ice
They will line your lips
With the blood of the scared
Their will white all your skin
And they'll wait to be dared
Striking moods of the heartless
Guestions fade without answers
Just rise up and erase in this smelt unfresh air
Give your mind to the sellars in this vanity fair

In this vanity fair
All your wishes come true
And you pride is unfair
It will make your own tomb.