Когда из яви сочатся сны,
Когда меняется фаза луны,
Я выхожу из тени стены,
Весёлый и злой.

Оh, when the days all slip into dreams
And when the moon is changing it's shape,
I will come out from the shadows on walls,
Cheerful and mad.

Гхм. К черту точность. Йa перевотчег, и йа так вишшу.
читать дальшеОh, when the nights are bleeding from days,
and when the moon is changing it's phase,
I will come out from the shadows on walls,
Cheerful and mad.

When eyes light up with the unholy green,
and when from mirrors the poison drips,
I'll blow these cities to smithereens,
Coming after you.

And then your soul will freeze in fear,
Like tiny mouse in claws of tiger.
Through fog, will never recognize it was me.

And you will not recall again
The smell, and sight, and sound, and feeling
Of anything existing during your life./updated variation 4: Of anything you ever met in your life.

You sleep and see me in your dreams,
I'm just a shadow on your walls.
It is not wise for you and me
Not to believe the Power of Roads.
When I had died, you were so glad.
You were so sure I'd never come back.
But I had found a crack between the fine lines, /updated variation 4: Bit I had found the space in pause of your talk (блин, хочу, чтобы в английском здесь была рифма со следующей строкой, хотя бы отдалённая)
I've hacked this world, like some rusted old lock.
I never liked doing magic like this,
but what choice did I have...

var.4: But I had found the space in the pause of your talk, /I've cracked this world, like some rusted old lock./ I never liked doing magic like this, but what choice did I have...

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