Текст песни Берсерк - Пилат

Do not touch the savior of the world -
Otherwise he will become holy.
And you will be called black for centuries
Because of the words, weightless, like smoke.
For how much the Earth has seen
Whether angels, or jesters,
But to accept pain and death thoughtlessly
Of these, everyone is ready from birth.

Of such quickly make God
And they will add Satan to him.
Who followed the honor and duty,
Though I did not wear a wing behind my back.
After all, they amuse the nations,
And they remain children
Until vervyu on backs
Do not go, punishment, whips.

But only is to wipe the whip,
Even if whipped for robbery,
From the crowd that grinned stupidly
You will hear someone's voice: & quot; Holy! & Quot;
He happily sees in his dreams
As it is crucified for all,
And how in the souls of men his name
Separate joy and sin.
And he, specially, will run
On the law that is already doomed,
He will force you, brave warrior,
Become an outcast, enemy, executioner.

Then you did make a mistake,
And on the Cross sent the wrong one
Although hundreds of vagrants - rogues
Blood drops aren't worth it.
It’s not your Code of Laws
And the roads are closed back
From time immemorial in the Roman state,
The proud rider Pontic Pilate.

But so be adamant,
Like a stone of granite rock,
And remember that grow quickly
From thoughts of lambs thoughts are lions.
And be able to distinguish the false prophet,
And do not give him a gift,
By sending to Golgotha, or just
On the fire, to the guillotine, to the prison.

Let him die. But quiet, untold -
This car is the worst
Who speaks himself to the world Messiah,
But for whom nothing is worth.