Текст песни Хозиер - Тэйк ми ту чёрч
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My lover's got humour, У моей любимой есть чувство юмора, She's the giggle at a funeral, Она, как смешок на похоронах — Knows everybody's disapproval, Ей знакомо всеобщее неодобрение. I should've worshipped her sooner. Мне нужно было воцерковить её раньше, If the Heavens ever did speak, Если небеса когда-нибудь вещали, She is the last true mouthpiece. То она их последний настоящий глашатай. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, Каждое воскресенье мрачнее предыдущего, A fresh poison each week. Каждую неделю свежий яд. “We were born sick”, you heard them say it, "Мы родились больными", — слышишь ты от них, My church offers no absolution, Моя церковь не предлагает отпущения грехов, She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”. Она велит: "Молись в опочивальне". The only heaven I'll be sent to Единственный рай для меня — Is when I'm alone with you, Оставаться наедине с тобой, I was born sick, but I love it, Я родился больным, но мне это нравится, Command me to be well. Вели же мне исцелиться. Amen, amen, amen! Аминь, аминь, аминь! Take me to church, Отведи меня в церковь, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. Я буду служить, как собачка, перед святыней твоей лжи. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Я поведаю тебе свои грехи, так что можешь точить нож, Offer me my deathless death. Предложи мне бессмертную кончину. Good God, let me give you my life. Боже, позволь мне вверить тебе свою жизнь. If I'm a pagan of the good times Если я язычник из добрых времён, My lover's the sunlight. То моя любимая — солнечный свет. To keep the Goddess on my side, Чтобы богиня оставалась рядом со мной, She demands a sacrifice, Требуются жертвы: To drain the whole sea, Осушить море, Get something shiny, Принести что-нибудь блестящее Something meaty for the main course. И что-нибудь мясное на второе. That's a fine looking high horse, Вот прекрасный белый конь, What you got in the stable? А что у тебя в конюшне? We've a lot of starving faithful, У нас много голодных верующих, That looks tasty, Выглядит аппетитно, That looks plenty, Выглядит богато, This is hungry work. От такой работы хочется поесть. No masters or kings when the ritual begins, С началом ритуала не остаётся ни господ, ни королей, There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, Нет ничего невиннее нашего милого греха, In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, В безумии и грязи этой земной сцены — Only then I am human, Только тогда я человек, Only then I am clean. Только тогда я чист. |
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My lover's got humor,
My lover has a sense of humor
She's the giggle at a funeral,
She's like a laugh at a funeral -
Knows everybody's disapproval,
She knows the general disapproval.
I should've worshipped her sooner.
I needed to church her earlier
If the Heavens ever did speak,
If heaven ever broadcast
She is the last true mouthpiece.
She is their last real herald.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Every Sunday is darker than the previous one
A fresh poison each week.
Fresh poison every week.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
"We were born sick," you hear from them,
My church offers no absolution,
My church doesn’t offer absolution
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
She orders: "Pray in the bedchamber."
The only heaven I'll be sent to
The only paradise for me is
Is when I'm alone with you,
Stay alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it,
I was born sick, but I like it,
Command me to be well.
Tell me to be healed.
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
Take me to church,
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog in front of the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will tell you my sins so you can sharpen a knife
Offer me my deathless death.
Offer me an immortal demise.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me entrust my life to you.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
If I am a pagan from the good times
My lover's the sunlight.
My favorite is sunlight.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
To keep the goddess by my side
She demands a sacrifice,
Victims required:
To drain the whole sea,
Drain the sea
Get something shiny,
Bring something brilliant
Something meaty for the main course.
And something meaty for the second.
That's a fine looking high horse,
Here is a beautiful white horse
What you got in the stable?
What is in your stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
We have many hungry believers
That looks tasty,
Looks appetizing,
That looks plenty,
It looks rich
This is hungry work.
From such work I want to eat.
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
With the beginning of the ritual, there are no masters or kings left
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
There is nothing more innocent than our sweet sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
In the madness and filth of this earthly scene -
Only then I am human,
Only then am I human
Only then I am clean.
Only then am I clean.
