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Playing with fire
Choir struck up And the temple rocked
Death came to me At 5 a.m.
Pain rent my chest I became free straight away
***' faces From Milan's lodges [or beds]
Anger shivering emerges On the spinster's faces
They would tear my flesh To pieces in broad daylight
I was like a bone in their throat
I saw through all of them
I paid anger for anger
Hey! I'm a villain for them I know the secret
Of beggars' and kings' vile passions
I was a violinist, my talent - my sin
Using my life and fiddlestick I played with fire
There is no mark on my soul
I knew no lords except the God
But a master burned secret sign on my violin
And the serpent spreads a rumor
That my fiddlestick is ruled by infernal spirit
And my best friend is the Genius of Darkness - Satan itself.
He was like a bone in my throat
He rouses only anger in my heart
He cost me bloody tears
Hey! I'm a villain for them I know the secret
Of beggars' and kings' vile passions
I was a violinist, my talent - my sin
Devil has nothing to do with
I was playing with fire
Hey, violinist.
You are fervent
Obstinate as always
You are wrong
You as slave
Played my motive
You don't want to realize that I'm the genius!
And you're my sheath you're dress for me
Hey! Violinist!
Sing and cry!
And glory yourself for your playing
It doesn't matter
You are dead for long time
Why should we care about the mankind
They would fress and drink like they had three throats for all days and nights
Whether you're thrice a genius - they cant be helped
But come down to the underworld Hiding laugh in the strings
Make wine from sound Smash my thunder
You will become Hellish violist without any hindrance
We will understand you Play with fire there
Play with fire there
Play with fire there