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SOTT (Sitting On The Toilet) vuelve a dejar otro de sus enigmas.
El supuesto insider SOTT (Sitting On The Toilet) a vuelto a dejar otro de sus enigmas en el foro MJJF ( http://www.mjjforum.com/talk/index.php?act=ST&f=2&t=2432 ).
Os pongo a continuacion la version original en ingles, y su traduccion (aunque es bastante malilla) :
t has been a long time my friends
But the time has been well spent
Just like I promised you.
Today I write to you from France, a little something new
One of my final riddles, I bring to you
The time is near, so take your seat
The curtains are about to draw
In England, France and Germany
The discussions are now complete
Like my momma told me, evil will subside
Darkest moments will pass when heaven comes alive
Heaven can no longer wait, for it has arrived
The angels have arrived
In secrets only fat friends could trust, the man vowed an angel came to me
In decades that were ever so just, lies were said to become the truth
Never did I realize, the angels would arrive so soon
A year has passed, longer have become the days
But open cells have shed light in darkened hallways
That which burns inside the heart, drives the hand
They said guilty feet would never dance again
Correlations so correct, errors in allocation so grand
Although this dance is about to end, another is about to begin
For like the man told you, the dance is eternal.
Guilty suits only now understand,
That guilty hands can never clasp golden sands
The dance is eternal.
Do you understand? There is still fire inside the man
Burning castles have come down
Look inside, a man is standing there
Strangers will soon become friends
Shadows of darkened cells are to reveal
Empty closets, dangling chimes, a black knight
A man dancing in a brightened light
He is invincible, but do you recognize his face?
Perhaps even you have been fooled.
For your hands contain falsities.
Walk with him and just try to touch his hand
Don’t ask any questions and don’t try to understand
For those who believe, all will be seen
The curtain is about to draw
So please take your seat
The man that you are looking for, you will find him there
In the ashes
For here lies the promised plan
The fever that burns inside the man
He is ready to dance, on burned floors, in the round
The man will dance the eternal dance,
Although you may not recognize him this time
But his clothes are enough, his movements you can trust
The man under the hat, who will never reveal himself
Will dance to make you believe, that once again, he is real.
Remember, what I have told you.
The cell is open.
The angels have arrived.
The show is about to begin.
Trust in me,
France, Germany and the UK are done.
Just like I promised you.
El supuesto insider SOTT (Sitting On The Toilet) a vuelto a dejar otro de sus enigmas en el foro MJJF ( http://www.mjjforum.com/talk/index.php?act=ST&f=2&t=2432 ).
Os pongo a continuacion la version original en ingles, y su traduccion (aunque es bastante malilla) :
t has been a long time my friends
But the time has been well spent
Just like I promised you.
Today I write to you from France, a little something new
One of my final riddles, I bring to you
The time is near, so take your seat
The curtains are about to draw
In England, France and Germany
The discussions are now complete
Like my momma told me, evil will subside
Darkest moments will pass when heaven comes alive
Heaven can no longer wait, for it has arrived
The angels have arrived
In secrets only fat friends could trust, the man vowed an angel came to me
In decades that were ever so just, lies were said to become the truth
Never did I realize, the angels would arrive so soon
A year has passed, longer have become the days
But open cells have shed light in darkened hallways
That which burns inside the heart, drives the hand
They said guilty feet would never dance again
Correlations so correct, errors in allocation so grand
Although this dance is about to end, another is about to begin
For like the man told you, the dance is eternal.
Guilty suits only now understand,
That guilty hands can never clasp golden sands
The dance is eternal.
Do you understand? There is still fire inside the man
Burning castles have come down
Look inside, a man is standing there
Strangers will soon become friends
Shadows of darkened cells are to reveal
Empty closets, dangling chimes, a black knight
A man dancing in a brightened light
He is invincible, but do you recognize his face?
Perhaps even you have been fooled.
For your hands contain falsities.
Walk with him and just try to touch his hand
Don’t ask any questions and don’t try to understand
For those who believe, all will be seen
The curtain is about to draw
So please take your seat
The man that you are looking for, you will find him there
In the ashes
For here lies the promised plan
The fever that burns inside the man
He is ready to dance, on burned floors, in the round
The man will dance the eternal dance,
Although you may not recognize him this time
But his clothes are enough, his movements you can trust
The man under the hat, who will never reveal himself
Will dance to make you believe, that once again, he is real.
Remember, what I have told you.
The cell is open.
The angels have arrived.
The show is about to begin.
Trust in me,
France, Germany and the UK are done.
Just like I promised you.