Пушкина в переводе с отсылками

[mox_diamond]

Behold, this is sudden death,
Now this age will draw its final breath,
Like an elder beast hunted down in snow.

To last bury all your hopes,
Live in fear, and bow to fools and popes,
Or refuse and drown in this rotten flow.

Black rainbow slop
        Turns sea to bog
Acid falls, penetrating clouds of smog...
O, there is no more trust,
Hopes are ground

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[mox_diamond]

Бонусный, фантомный припев:

Black rainbow slop
Turned sea to bog
Acid fell, and dissolved the clouds of smog...
O, there was no more trust,
Hopes were ground to dust,
Neither love nor life left.

O, how the thunder clapped,
We survived and fled
From the land of regal farce.