Текст песни Van Der Graaf Generator - Every Bloody Emperor
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Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:вера в человеческую натуру,
справедливость и равенство...
Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда наше голосование
становится простой формальностью,
и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас
до ролей рабов и невольников
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император требует,
чтобы свобода была его личным делом,
когда он вбивает свое всеобщее прикосновение
как экстренные параграфы.
К народам народы обращаются на языке канавы;
обменянные инсульты в прайм-тайм
на импульсы империи
простираются через экраны.
Истина повержена на колени;
ложь внедрена беспредельно,
и пока эти повторения не станут
официальной доктриной,
мы - предатели неверия.
С каким же бессилием мы горюем
о демократическом процессе,
пока наши славные лидеры
тайно договариваются накормить нас
последними остатками диктаторского презрения
во имя новой империи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
тянет свои руки к юбке истории,
когда позирует для потомства,
стоя на свежевыкопанной грязи.
Да, и каждый кровавый император
с мерзкой ухмылкой на губах
говорит о своем способе выхода из положения
почти что попало, но ложь - внутри,
потому что каждый кровавый император
думает, что его право управлять - свято,
так что он будет изворачиваться и изворачиваться,
и изворачиваться до своего конца.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда один за одним наши голоса затихают,
и двойные стандарты пропаганды
сковывают весь наш праведный гнев.
Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру.
Но наша вера исчезает - с приближением к финишу,
мы - всего лишь рабы и невольники
в тот момент, когда империя рушится.
Every Bloody Emperor
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on.
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
and our lords and masters determine to cast us
in the roles of serfs and slaves
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
extends across the screen.
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
till their repetition becomes a dictum
we're traitors to disbelieve.
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
the last dregs of imperious disdain
in the new empire's name.
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
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All of us gives strength the same thing:Vera in human nature,
Justice and equality ...
All we have - faith, which leads us.
Slightly change
When our vote
becomes simple formality
and our lords and owners will overtake us
to the roles of slaves and slaves
In the name of the new empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor requires
so that freedom was his personal matter
when he drives his universal touch
as emergency paragraphs.
The peoples appear in the ditch language;
Exchanged strokes in Prime Time
on impulses of the empire
Stretch through screens.
Truth is defeated on his knees;
Lying is implanted impossible
And while these repetitions will not be
official doctrine
We are traitors of disbelief.
With what power we burn
about the democratic process
While our glorious leaders
secretly negotiate to feed us
last residues of dictatorial contempt
In the name of the new empire.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
pulls your hands to the skirt of history,
When poses for offspring,
Standing on freshly dried dirt.
Yes, and every bloody emperor
With a nasty smirk on the lips
speaks of his way out of position
almost got, but lies - inside
Because every bloody emperor
thinks his right to manage - holy,
So it will be removed and removed,
And remunement until your end.
Slightly change
When one after our voices calm down,
and double propaganda standards
Scroll all our righteous anger.
All of us gives strength the same thing:
Vera in human nature.
But our faith disappears - with the approach to the finish
We are only slaves and slaves
At the moment when the Empire collapses.
Every Bloody Emperor.
By This We Are All Sustained: A Belief in Human Nature
And in Justice and Parity ... ALL WE HAVE IS THE FAITH TO CARRY ON.
Imperceptible The Change As Our Votes Become Mere Gestures
AND OUR LORDS AND MASTERS DETERMINE TO CAST US
IN THE ROLES OF SERFS AND SLAVES
IN THE NEW EMPIRE'S NAME.
Yes and Every Bloody Emperor Claims That Freedom Is His Cause
AS He Buffs Up on His Common Touch As A Get-Out Clause.
UNTO NATIONS NATIONS SPEAK IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE GUTTER;
TRADING PRIMETIME INSULTS THE IMPERIAL IMPULSE
EXTENDS Across The Screen.
Truth's Been Beaten to Its Knees; The Lies Embed Ad Infinitum
Till Their Repetition Becomes a Dictum
We're Traitors to Disbelieve.
WHAT IMPOTENCE WE GRIEVE FOR THE DEMOCRATIC PROCESS
AS OUR Glorious Leaders Conspire to Feed US
THE LAST DREGS OF IMPERIOUS DISDAIN
IN THE NEW EMPIRE'S NAME.
YES AND EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR'S GOT HIS HANDS UP HISTORY'S SKIRT
AS He Poses for Posterity Over The Fresh-Dug Dirt.
YES AND EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR WITH HIS SICKLY RICTUS GRIN
Talks His Way Out Of Nearly Anything But The Lie WitHin
BECAUSE EVERY BLOODY EMPEROR THINKS HIS RIGHT TO RULE DIVINE
SO He'll Go Spinning and Spinning and Spinning Into His Own Decline.
Imperceptible The Change As One by One Our Voices Falter
And The Double Standards of Propaganda
Still All Our Righteous Rage.
By This We Are All Sustained: Our Belief in Human Nature.
But Our Faith Diminishes - Close to the FINISH,
We're Only Serfs and Slaves
AS The Empire Decays.