Текст песни Kiesza - Take Me To Church
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My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouth piece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life У моей любимой есть причуда - Она хихикает на похоронах, Знает же всеобщее неодобрение! Мне стоило начать поклоняться ей раньше.. Если Небеса когда-либо говорили, То она — последний истинный глашатай. Каждое воскресение всё мрачнее, Свежая порция яда еженедельно... Слышишь, все говорят: "Мы родились больными". Моя церковь не предлагает никаких ценностей, А любимая говорит: "Преклоняйся в спальне"... Мой единственный рай - Это остаться наедине с тобой. Я был рождён больным, но мне это нравиться, Прикажи мне здравствовать. Аминь. Аминь. Аминь. Отведи меня в церковь, Я буду служить верным псом в твоём светлом храме! Я исповедуюсь тебе и ты заточишь свой нож. Предложи мне бессмертную смерть, 1 Боже, позволь отдать тебе свою жизнь! И если я язычник лучших времён, То моя любимая — солнечный свет. 2 Чтобы удержать Богиню на своей стороне, Придется принести ей требуемую жертву: Осушить целое море, Принести что-то блестящее, Что-нибудь мясистое для главного блюда... Как же всё высокомерно! А что за этим скрывается? 3 У нас много голодающих верующих... Это выглядит так вкусно, Это выглядит так богато, После этого страшно хочется есть... Отведи меня в церковь, Я буду служить верным псом в твоём светлом храме! Я исповедуюсь тебе и ты заточишь свой нож. Предложи мне бессмертную смерть, Боже, позволь отдать тебе свою жизнь! Не будет ни господ, ни королей, когда начнётся ритуал. Ведь нет слаще невинности, чем наш нежный грех В безумии и грязи этой земной сценки... Только после него я чувствую себя человеком, Только тогда я по-настоящему чист. Аминь. Аминь. Аминь. Отведи меня в церковь, Я буду служить верным псом в твоём светлом храме! Я исповедуюсь тебе и ты заточишь свой нож. Предложи мне бессмертную смерть, Боже, позволь отдать тебе свою жизнь Смотрите также:Все тексты Kiesza >>> |
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My lover & # 39; s got humor,
She & # 39; s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody & # 39; s disapproval
I should & # 39; ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday & # 39; s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me & # 39; worship in the bedroom & # 39;
The only heaven I & # 39; ll be sent to
Is when I & # 39; m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I & # 39; ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I & # 39; ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god let me give you my life
If I & # 39; m a pagan of the good times
My lover & # 39; s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That & # 39; s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We & # 39; ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I & # 39; ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I & # 39; ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good god let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I & # 39; ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I & # 39; ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god let me give you my life
My beloved has a quirk -
She giggles at the funeral
Knows the same universal disapproval & # 33;
I should have started worshiping her earlier ..
If heaven ever said
She is the last true herald.
Every Sunday is darker
A fresh serving of poison weekly ...
Hear everyone says: & quot; We were born sick & quot ;.
My church does not offer any values
And the beloved says: & quot; Bow in the bedroom & quot; ...
My only paradise is
It is to be alone with you.
I was born sick, but I like it,
Command me hello.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
Take me to church
I will serve as a faithful dog in your bright temple & # 33;
I confess to you and you will sharpen your knife.
Offer me an immortal death, 1
God, let me give you my life & # 33;
And if I'm a heathen of better times
My favorite is sunlight. 2
To keep the Goddess on her side
She will have to make the required sacrifice:
Drain the whole sea
Bring something shiny
Something fleshy for the main course ...
How is everything arrogant & # 33;
And what is hidden behind it? 3
We have many starving believers ...
It looks so delicious
It looks so rich
After that, I’m really hungry ...
Take me to church
I will serve as a faithful dog in your bright temple & # 33;
I confess to you and you will sharpen your knife.
Offer me an immortal death
God, let me give you my life & # 33;
There will be no masters or kings when the ritual begins.
Cause there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and filth of this earthly scene ...
Only after him do I feel like a man
Only then am I truly pure.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
Take me to church
I will serve as a faithful dog in your bright temple & # 33;
I confess to you and you will sharpen your knife.
Offer me an immortal death
God let me give you my life
