HIM - Behind The Crimson Door
Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb to Heaven's gates
We hide behind the crimson door
While the summer is killed by the fall
Alive behind the crimson door
While the winter sings:
"Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me)
"Your love will be the death of me"
Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where devils reign
And intoxicated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
We hide behind the crimson door
While the summer is killed by the fall
Alive behind the crimson door
While the winter sings:
"Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me)HIM - Behind The Crimson Door - http://ru.motolyrics.com/him/behind-the-crimson-door-lyrics-spanish-translation.html
"Your love will be the death of me"
We hide behind the crimson door
While the summer is killed by the fall
Alive behind the crimson door
while the winter sings:
"Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me)
"Your love will be the death of me"
We hide behind the crimson door
While the summer is killed by the fall
Alive behind the crimson door
while the winter sings:
"Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me)
"Your love will be the death of me"
We hide behind the crimson door
We hide behind the crimson door
We hide behind the crimson door
We hide behind the crimson door
HIM - Detrás de la Puerta Carmesí. (Испанский перевод)
Cubierto el cuerpo del tiempo con flores
Para mandar la esencia de la vergüenza a la tumba.
Prende los pensamientos oscuros con fuego
Y mira las cenizas ascender a las Puertas del Cielo.
Nos escondemos detrás de la Puerta Carmesí
Mientras el verano es asesinado por el otoño
Vivos detrás de la Puerta Carmesí mientras el invierno canta:
"Tu amor será la muerte para mí".
La muerte sirve vino para los amantesHIM - Behind The Crimson Door - http://ru.motolyrics.com/him/behind-the-crimson-door-lyrics-spanish-translation.html
Traído del mundo del mundo donde los diablos reinan
Y ángeles intoxicados con sufrimiento
Son testigos en los ojos de sus esclavos.
Nos escondemos detrás de la Puerta Carmesí
Mientras el verano es asesinado por el otoño
Vivos detrás de la Puerta Carmesí mientras el invierno canta:
"Tu amor será la muerte para mí".