Перевод песни This Is Hell – The Search

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We're up to our chests in last years debt and armed
To the teeth with spite and grief. It's the fine art of original
Sin, fighting these wars we knew we'd never win
We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold
We're searching for god, or so I'm told
We're up to our throats in next years hope and armed to The nines with malice inside, our heads and our hearts drowning
In false starts, standing in a flood trying to find a spark
We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold
We're searching for god, or so I'm told
We're searching for solace, we search for peace
We want everything that's out of reach
The rains they came and you know they never stopped
Knee deep in soil yet still missing the plot. The lies you told
Are know the cards you fold. Pull the knife from our heart it's
Dripping with gold
We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold
We're searching for god, or so I'm told
We're searching for solace, we search for peace
We want everything that's out of reach
All these stories won't go untold, something to Remember when our hearts run out of gold