Текст песни The Legendary Pink Dots - 12th
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Двенадцатый Черный мрамор закрывает яму Я вижу в нем свое лицо… Теперь оно за вечным огнем Такая заманчивая в своем осеннем одеянии… Подними-ка край повыше Придай себе достоинство в этот унылый момент На счет «три» Рассей бледные конфетти по ветру На каждом кружке пастельной бумаги Есть имя…не забытое И мне хочется обвинить безымянные лица… Прикрытые, гадкие Член за членом И до колен… Бог мой, вот если бы они были сороконожками Подкожная жалость не успокоит меня Это за Гая Шлезингера Веселый, молодой курьер Который споткнулся и чуть не поцеловал девушку И выдал продолжение, погряз в деталях Его всё разыскивают… Я знаю, он умер девственником Мария, прими его хорошо Ведь спит еще Принц Грез в твоей душе… и я плачу от этого лист клевера, красный, сорванный я все еще слышу его шепот «лучше всего - жить и не мешать жить другим…» Не мешай жить! По чьей милости мы тут стоим, Награжденные этой отсрочкой? Может ты просто забыл упомянуть оба наших имени? И каким именем нужно молить тебя Когда ты прячешься и шепчешь загадки… Откуда ни возьмись, мы кричим в твое глухое ухо: «Оставь нас в покое!» Не мешай жить! 12TH Black marble seals the pit And I can see my face in it... Now pose beside the flame that lasts forever. So fetching in your Autumn dress... Just raise the hem a little less... Be dignified. This is a somber moment. Upon the count of three Sail pale confetti on the breeze... Each flake of pastel paper Has a name on...not forgotten. And I'd like to pin the blame on nameless faces... Covered, rotten. Limb for limb And through the knees... God, I wish that they were millipedes... A hypodermic mercy won't appease me. This one's for Guy Schlesinger... A jovial young messenger Who tripped and nearly kissed a girl Then spilled the sequel, drenched in detail. They're still searching... I know he died a virgin. Mary, treat him well, For deep inside, the Prince of Dreams still sleeps... And this one makes me weep. A clover leaf that's red but ripped. Still I hear him whisper: "Best to live...and let live..." LET LIVE. By whose grace do we stand here now... Granted this extension? Did you just forget to mention both our names? And by what name should be bid you When you hide and whisper riddles... From the blind side to your deaf ear We are screaming: "Leave us be!" LET LIVE. Смотрите также:
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twelfth
Black marble pit closes
I see your face in it ...
Now it is the eternal light
This tempting in its autumn garb ...
Raise Single edge higher
Attaches itself to the dignity of this dull moment
At the expense of the "three"
Scatter pale confetti in the wind
On each circle pastel paper
Have not forgotten the name of ...
And I want to blame the nameless faces ...
Covered , nasty
Limb by limb
And to his knees ...
My God , that's if they were centipedes
Subcutaneous pity not soothe me
Schlesinger is this Guy
Cheerful young courier
Who stumbled and almost kissed a girl
And issued a sequel, mired in the details
Its all searching ...
I know he died a virgin
Maria , take it well
After all, Prince of Dreams still asleep in your soul ...
and I cry from
clover leaf , red, ripped
I can still hear him whisper
" Best of all - live and let live others ... "
Let live !
By whose mercy we stand here ,
Awarded this postponement ?
Maybe you just forgot to mention both our names ?
And what name you need to pray
When you're hiding and whispering mysteries ...
Out of nowhere , we shout in your deaf ear :
" Leave us alone ! "
Let live !
12TH
Black marble seals the pit
And I can see my face in it ...
Now pose beside the flame that lasts forever.
So fetching in your Autumn dress ...
Just raise the hem a little less ...
Be dignified. This is a somber moment.
Upon the count of three
Sail pale confetti on the breeze ...
Each flake of pastel paper
Has a name on ... not forgotten.
And I'd like to pin the blame on nameless faces ...
Covered, rotten.
Limb for limb
And through the knees ...
God, I wish that they were millipedes ...
A hypodermic mercy won't appease me.
This one's for Guy Schlesinger ...
A jovial young messenger
Who tripped and nearly kissed a girl
Then spilled the sequel, drenched in detail.
They're still searching ...
I know he died a virgin.
Mary, treat him well,
For deep inside, the Prince of Dreams still sleeps ...
And this one makes me weep.
A clover leaf that's red but ripped.
Still I hear him whisper:
"Best to live ... and let live ..."
LET LIVE.
By whose grace do we stand here now ...
Granted this extension?
Did you just forget to mention both our names?
And by what name should be bid you
When you hide and whisper riddles ...
From the blind side to your deaf ear
We are screaming: "Leave us be!"
LET LIVE.
