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[Grimjaur]

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Няма смисъл да се губим в превода-просто в моята книга е на,пък и ако почнем да правим анализ на лиричното произведение отиде,та се не видя

Ама като по-възрастен от мен(предполагам си си взел ЛТЗ-то),ще отстъпя пред авторитета ти

[ov3rm4n]

You Speak My Language - Morphine - Good'1992

 

All around the world everywhere I go

No one understands me no one knows

What I'm trying to say

 

Everywhere I go no one understands me

They look at me when I talk to them

And they scratch their head

They go what's he trying to say

 

But you you speak my language

But you you speak my language

Yeah! Yes!

 

All around the world everywhere I go

No one understands me no one knows

What I'm trying to say

 

Even in my home town

My friends make me write it down

They look at me when I talk to them

And they shrug their shoulders

They go what's he talking about

 

But you you speak my language

But you you speak my language

Yes!

 

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda

Kumahn Brendhaa

Kumahn Brendhaa

Brendhaaaaaaaaa

Yeah!

 

You you speak my language

You you speak my language

Yeah! Yes!

 

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Kumahn Brendhaa

Kumahn Brendhaa

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa

Brendhaa

Kumahn Brendhaa

Oh!

Brendhaa oh ha ha ha

You speak my language

Yeah!

You speak my language

Yes!

 

http://www.warez.ru:8084/mp3/Morphine/Good...My.Language.mp3

[Kreideiky]

I Come And Stand At Every Door

 

( This Mortal Coil )

 

I come and stand at every door

But no one hears my silent dread

I knock and yet remain unseen

For I am dead, for I am dead

I'm only seven although I've died

In Hiroshima long ago

I'm seven now as I was then

When children die they do not grow

My hair was scorched by swirling flame

My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind

Death came and turned my bones to dust

And that was scattered by the wind

I need no fruit, I need no rice

I need no sweet, nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am dead

All that I ask is that for peace

You fight today you fight to die

So that the children of this world

May live and grow, and laugh and play....

[Grimjaur]

"Скорпионите танцуват сами"

 

Обичам само теб,

твоите дълги игли.

Пронизващи само мен,

скорпион с лилави черти.

Ти мислиш за отровата в мен.

Някой ти е казал, нали?

Ако искаш да вярваш на тях,

махни се от пътя ми!

Танцуват скорпионите

своите мрачни игри.

Отрова нямат те,

ела и не се плаши.

На брега на морето са

кристалните светове.

Един бог със сребърни пръчици

спокойно сам яде.

Обичам само теб

твоите студени очи.

Пронизващи само мен

човекът със лилави черти.

Някъде в мен останаха

мяукащи котки - лъжи.

Но античния вятър студен

ми каза, че това си ти.

Скорпионите танцуват сами.

 

Нова Генерация

http://warez.ru:8084/mp3/Nova.Generaciq/Fo...991)/lirycs.rtf

[RiMy_SuN]

***

 

Високо застани,

над завист и обида,

над тези планини

високо да те видя.

 

Над мене днес бъди,

ти,обич синеока.

Звездите са звезди,

защото са високо.

[Grimjaur]

Close My Eyes Forever

 

Baby

I get so scared inside, and I don't really understand

Is it love that's on my mind, or is it fantasy?

Heaven

Is in the palm of my hand, and it's waiting here for you

What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy?

 

If I close my eyes forever

Will it all remain unchanged?

If I close my eyes forever

Will it all remain the same?

 

Sometimes

It's hard to hold on

So hard to hold on to my dreams

It isn't always what it seems

When you're face to face with me

 

You're like a dagger

And stick me in the heart

And taste the blood from my blade

And when we sleep, would you shelter me

In your warm and darkened grave?

 

Lita Ford

[Kreideiky]

The Mission - Swim With The Dolphins

 

I wanna fly with Peter Pan

I wanna go with Alice to Wonderland

I wanna pitch ball to Shoeless Joe

I wanna roam the plains with the buffalo

and before I die

and before I die all I wanna do

Is swim with the dolphins

 

I wanna fly with Peter Pan

I wanna go with Alice to Wonderland

I wanna walk the Yellow Brick Road

I wanna buy back the dreams I sold

and before I die

and before I die all I wanna do

Is swim with the dolphins

[RiMy_SuN]

Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough

 

Now I don't wanna lose you,

but I don't wanna use you

just to have somebody by my side

And I don't wanna hate you

I don't wanna take you

But I don't wanna be the one to cry

That don't really matter to anyone, anymore

But like a fool I keep losing my place

And I keep seeing you walk through that door

 

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much

And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust

There's a reason why people don't stay where they are

Baby sometimes love just ain't enough

 

Now I could never change you

and I don't wanna blame you

Baby you don't have to take the fault

Yes I may have hurt you

But I did not desert you

Maybe I just wanna have it all

It makes a sound like thunder

It makes me feel like rain

And like a fool who will never see the truth

I keep thinking something's gonna change

 

And there's no way home

when it's late at night and you're all alone

Are there things that you wanted to say

Do you feel me beside you in your bed

there beside you where I used to lay

 

And there's a Danger in loving somebody too much

And it's sad when you know its your heart they can't touch.

There's a reason why people don't stay who they are

Baby sometimes love just ain't enough.

[Kreideiky]

The Cure - At Night

 

Sunk deep in the night

I sink in the night

Standing alone underneath the sky

I feel the chill of ice

On my face

I watch the hours go by

The hours go by

You sleep

Sleep in a safe bed

Curled and protected

Protected from sight

Under a safe roof

Deep in your house

Unaware of the changes at night

 

At night

I hear the darkness breathe

I sense the quiet despair

Listen to the silence

At night

Someone has to be there

Someone has to be there

 

Someone must be there

 

inspired by F. Kafka

[PSYCHOSIS]

Diary Of Dreams - She

 

 

She has the silence deep in her breasts embrace

She wears a perfume of a truly vicious taste

She has the wisdom in her empathic eyes

She knows the truth to all unspoken lies

 

She says she'd sell her angel for a dream

She says that she is not who she might seem

She says that she has lost her self-esteem

She says that she will not give up her dream

 

She offers traitors her lap to feel like home

She masters violence as if she fears no one

She makes your anger turn into quiet tears

She makes you laugh about the intimate fears

 

She hears the voices that tell me what to do

She looks into our eyes, but only smiles at you

She knows the warmth she feels is not for long

She stopped to speak that's why I end this song

 

It's kind of funny, you know...

'cause I'm not really here for your psycho games

Little demons make your eyes turn silver, you freak!

Your lips are turning blue

No, this is really not my kind of stimulation

No, this is not a proper treatment

Life? You can have it if you want!

It doesn't mean anything to me, anyway, you freak!

[SDawn]

The Raven

 

by Edgar Allan Poe

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--

Only this and nothing more."

 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--

Nameless here for evermore.

 

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;

This it is and nothing more."

 

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--

Darkness there and nothing more.

 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--

Merely this and nothing more.

 

Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--

'Tis the wind and nothing more.

 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

 

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour

Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--

Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said "Nevermore."

 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

 

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

 

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--

On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--

Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

 

"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted--nevermore!

[Grimjaur]

Invocation of Naamah

 

In the glory of thy sparking might reflect the world its essence.

O' Naamah, let the pillar of existence break down and give place to the

gloom that emanates from thou.

 

We reach for thy lore

Thou Babylons whore

Thou scarlet whore

Riding the Beast

Babalon,

Lilith through Naamah

Guardian of dreams

Let thy water flow

 

May we come forth, through the mirror, and become one, with thy

abundance.

LEPACA, NAAMAH AMA, RUACH MASKIM, ROSARAN

 

We reach for thy lore

Thou Babylons whore

Thou scarlet whore

Riding the Beast

Babalon,

Lilith through Naamah

Guardian of dreams

Let thy water flow

 

Naamah daughter of thy heart of darkness, emerge from the womb of the night.

Come in your blazing garb and open up our eyes to the concealed.

Open your self and bring forth the shades as hover in the unknown up against us.

Let your black fires emerge over the threshold and bestow to us from your might.

 

May we come forth, through the mirror, and become one, with thy abundance.

LEPACA, NAAMAH AMA, RUACH MASKIM, ROSARAN

[HEKTIK]

Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere, angel

Come get up my baby

Look at that sky, life’s begun

Nights are warm and the days are young

Come get up my baby

 

There’s my baby, lost that’s all

Once I’m begging you save her little soul

Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Come get up my baby

 

Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel

Come get up my baby

In walked luck and you looked in time

Never look back, walk tall, act fine

Come get up my baby

 

I’ll stick with you baby for a thousand years

Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years, gold

Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Come get up my baby

 

Some of these days, and it won’t be long

Gonna drive back down where you once belonged

In the back of a dream car twenty foot long

Don’t cry my sweet, don’t break my heart

Doing all right, but you gotta get smart

Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord

I believe all the way

Come get up my baby

Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years

 

 

David Bowie,Golden years

[LifeFeel]

"Нулата е велико изобретение на човека! Може би най-великото по-велико даже и от колелото и от компютъра. Винаги можеш да кажеш:

Имам 0 деца.

Имам заплата 0 лева.

...

Имам 0 диоптъра.

и т.н.

 

и колко по-добре звучи от

Нямам деца.

Нямам пари, нямам заплата.

...

Не нося очила "

 

една мисъл 'протекла' през 'спукания' ми мозък ...

[Kreideiky]

"In A Manner Of Speaking"

 

In a manner of speaking

I just want to say

That i could never forget the way

You told me everything

By saying nothing

 

In a manner of speaking

I don't understand

How love in silence becomes reprimand

But the way that i feel about you

Is beyond words

 

Ooh, give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me

Everithing

 

Ooh, give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me

Nothing

 

In a manner of speaking

Semantics won't to do

In this life that we live

We only make do

and the way that i feel

Might have to be sacrificed

 

So , in a manner of speaking

I just want to say

That like you

I should just find a way

To tell you everything

by saying nothing

 

Ooh, give me the word

Give me the word

Give me the word....

 

Tuxedomoon

[RiMy_SuN]

***

 

Росата в равнината е изгряла.

По капките й сребърни вървя,

а утре сам ще бъда капка бяла-

и за какво да плача след това?

 

Пчелите ще ме търсят сред цветята,

щурците - в кладенчета от лъчи,

тревите - в тишината прокълната.

А аз ще бъда в твоите очи.

[LifeFeel]

haha jenata e kato masura zima6 go darpa6 i podava6 na sledva6tiq 4ovek          

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[ov3rm4n]

***

Есента на живота ми .

Все си е тази луна, и все пак...

 

Исса

 

 

***

Ей, почакай, недей да валиш, есенен дъжд !

Наоколо е пълно с щурчета .

 

Исса

[RiMy_SuN]

It's amazing

How you can speak

Right to my heart

Without saying a word,

You can light up the dark

Try as I may

I could never explain

What I hear when

You don't say a thing

 

The smile on your face

Lets me know

That you need me

There's a truth

In your eyes

Saying you'll never leave me

The touch of your hand says

You'll catch me

Whenever I fall

You say it best

When you say

Nothing at all

 

All day long

I can hear people

Talking out loud

But when you hold me near

You drown out the crowd

Try as they may

They can never define

What's been said

Between your

Heart and mine

 

The smile on your face

The truth in your eyes

The touch of your hand

Let's me know

That you need me

 

You say it best

When you say

Nothing at all

[ov3rm4n]

Вятърко листи в гората пилей

Косето-Босето вече не пей-

с пойните птички отлитна на юг.

Есен е вече пристигнала тук.

 

Стихна шубракът, самотен и глух.

Зайко на припека кърпи кожух.

Меца захърка под стария пън,

Сладък за нея е дългият сън.

 

Нека да вее и дъжд да вали,

нека се стелят в гората мъгли!

Зайко си има пак топъл кожух,

Меца ще спи под юрганче от пух.

[RiMy_SuN]

Есенни листа

 

Додето те очаквам

у дома,

ах,есента

с листата жълто-бели

изпраща ми

най-нежните писма

от твоите

до моите недели.

И става много светло

у дома.

И мога вече

да посрещна зима...

Благословени

есенни писма,

в които още

летен огън има.

[Defekt]

1. Къде си ти в този миг?

Аз съм сама, с мисълта за теб в нощта...

Можеш ли да бъдеш с мен

в своя сън и своя ден?

Моето сърце те зове

и търся те с ръце...

Ала ти си далеч сега

звезда във безкрая син

Сред безброй звезди блестиш

в мен огън гори...

 

Припев:

Без теб я няма любовта

Няма слънце и луна

Щом не си до мен - няма нощ и ден

Без теб, без теб я няма радостта

Няма глас и песента

Птица съм аз сега без крила

 

2. Очаквам аз в съня ми да спреш дори

само за миг, остани в плен на моите мечти

Ала ти си далеч сега

звезда във безкрая син

сред безброй звезди блестиш

в мен огън гори...

 

Припев:...

 

Знам любовта е съдба

за теб и мен промени света

Времето спря във мига щом те видях

Моето сърце без глас крещи: остани!

 

Припев:...

[ov3rm4n]

Втори ден рисувам аз, просто без да спирам,

а бои, бои у нас - само си избирай.

Боядисах този свят в най-любимия ми цвят.

 

Ала чичко строг, брадат, появи се в къщи -

щом рисунката видя, мигом се намръщи

и отсече важно: Не! Ти грешиш! Така не е!

 

Но лъчите си над нас слънцето разплиска

и тъй, както исках аз, всичко боядиса.

Слисан чичкото мълчи, гледа и върти очи.

 

Тази песничка навред все така ще пея,

знам добре и занапред ще дружа със нея.

Даже и да си голям, славно е да виждаш сам...

 

Оранжево небето, оранжево морето,

оранжева тревата, оранжев и градът.

С оранжевите майки - оранжеви дечица,

оранжеви китари, оранжево звънят.

[ov3rm4n]

Тон бонбон

 

- Ето ти един бонбон -

дай ми срещу него кон.

- Давам кон срещу бонбон,

но да бъде тежък тон.

 

- Как ще носиш тон-бонбон?

Трябва да си купиш слон.

- Нямам нужда аз от слон,

нито пък от камион.

 

Но ще донеса трион

да разрежа тон-бонбон

на парченца милион,

на парченца милион.

 

На децата ще го дам,

на децата ще го дам -

сладко да ядат, сладко да ядат -

ам, ам, ам.

 

http://www.mp3-bg.com/dl/21266/4747274/www...on%20bonbon.mp3

[PSYCHOSIS]

Като малък слушах много приказки на касетофона. Още оттогава ме е мързяло - вместо да чета, слушам наготово Ама карай. Не знам откъде се сетих, ама се сетих за едно любимо нещо.

 

-Мамо, мамо, я кажи, колко слончето тежи?

-Слончето тежи, деца, повече от 100 килца.

-Майка има ли си то, а не плаче ли, защо?

-Майка има то добра и не плаче след игра.

 

Има и още нататък, но паметта ми ми слага рога