Текст песни Moonspell - Dekadence

And tomorrow will I wake up ?
and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds
And tomorrow will I wake up ?
and from my mouth will flee a song

And tomorrow I will wake up
with this strange need of not to belong
And tomorrow I will wake up
just to copy whatever is wrong

And tomorrow I will wake up
in a cage of perfect gold
And tomorrow, will I wake up ?
hope in tongue, golden song

And tomorrow I will wake up
with an innate appetite
to be one of yours
to be just one of yours

And tomorrow I will wake up
and try everything not to be alone
And tomorrow will I wake up ?
and try everything to be alone

Incise, open wide from the inside
cast out, see what is still left of live

Secure for me the status of a prime suspect
Tying the hands of a blindman
Teaching the colours to a blindman
Tying the hands of a blindman
Teaching the colours to a blindman

And I ask him to react, and to react, and to react
And I ask him to react, and to react, and to react

And Tomorrow, and tomorrow
I will finally feel
a natural will of being artificial

into
Decadance
with
elegance.