Ñòðàíèöà 2 èç 2 ÏåðâàÿÏåðâàÿ 12
Ïîêàçàíî ñ 11 ïî 19 èç 19
  1. #11
    IdeeFixe
    Ãîñòü

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Õì... ðèòì, ãîâîðèøü))) òîãäà âîò... ñ íîðìàëüíûì ðèòìîì

    The Dark World.

    I'm slowly walking down the street.
    The night is coming. I know it.
    The city's changing in my eyes,
    Becoming far from humanize.

    Oh, yes. Then Darkness comes inside.
    You can't feel it, but dead men gride.
    They can't forget the time they live,
    And their fury I'll receive.

    At last I feel I'm strong enough.
    The street is listening to laugh.
    Ligth Force feels useless of the fight,
    And it retreats before my might.

    This is what you can't see.
    It makes heartbeat in me.
    Dark World can set you free.
    Let it be. Let it be.

    I'm slowly walking down the street.
    The Dark World greets me. I know it.
    Teenagers are injecting drugs.
    I'm smiling. They are useless bugs.

    Two tipsy men are leaving bar.
    They try restrain but toilet's far.
    The urine's flowing down from wall.
    I don't blame them. I know they'll fall.

    In dark by-street I see young girl.
    Some guy is stroking her light curl,
    Other hand is squeezing nice sweet lips.
    He's fucking pussy throw skirts rips.

    This is what you can't see.
    It makes heartbeat in me.
    Dark World can set you free.
    Let it be. Let it be.

    I'm slowly walking down the street.
    I'll find my brothers. I know it.
    Regardless all I must proceed.
    The Moon is shining. Let it lead.

    And night by night, and day by day,
    I'm looking for my losten way.
    My soul is sold for long sharp blade.
    My fate today is life in shade.

    But I don't feel regret or pain.
    As much I'd paid as much I'll gain.
    Dark World takes useless dreams away.
    "I'm happy!" - that's I want to say.

    This is what you can't see.
    It makes heartbeat in me.
    Dark World can set you free.
    Let it be. Let it be.

  2. #12
    Îáðàùåííûé Íåîíàò Àâàòàð äëÿ A RabbitHearted Girl
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    22.01.2005
    Àäðåñ
    St. Petersburg
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    230
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    3

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    IdeeFixe, ýòî ïåñíÿ?
    Çäî-ðî-âî! Óñëàäà ìîèì ôèëîëîãî-ëèíãâèñòè÷åñêèì ÷óâñòâàì.
    Âû òîæå àíãëèéñêèì âïëîòíóþ çàíèìàåòåñü, èëè ýòî ñèëà òàëàíòà?
    À íà ñ÷åò ðèòìà - ýòî ê ñëîâó. Ñåãîäíÿ ÷èòàëà All the World's Theatre Øåêñïèðà - òàì äåëî îáñòîèò íàìíîãî õóæå.
    ...
    Íàäåþñü, íèêòî èç ïîäåëèâøèõñÿ ðàáîòàìè íå âîçðàæåò, åñëè ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñåáÿ â ïåðåâîäå âàøèõ ñòèõîòâîðåíèé?.. (ðàç íèêòî ïîêà áîëüøå íå èçúÿâèë æåëàíèÿ).
    ...
    À êàê ïî ïîâîäó íåìåöêîãî? È ëþáûõ äðóãèõ ÿçûêîâ?
    ...
    Ìíå, êñòàòè, ñ ëàòèíñêîãî ïðèõîäèëîñü ñòèõè ïåðåâîäèòü, åñëè íàéäó - âûëîæó.
    ...
    Âñåì ñïàñèáî.
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

  3. #13
    Îáðàùåííûé Èçáðàííûé Àâàòàð äëÿ Lord_Wrathgotkh
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    23.05.2007
    Àäðåñ
    Moscow
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    118

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    What’s so delightful in my life?
    Even the angels wouldn’t say
    The beasts will hunt me down…
    I will become there lonely prey.

    I’m dying in warship! I’m slaying myself,
    Denying the nature of me.
    I’m hiding beneath my family’s wealth,
    I’m never what I ought to be!

    Is that what I’m supposed to do?
    Am I to hide beneath the wall?
    I’m not. Now listen what I gona do:
    I gona kill you all!!!

    I’m dying in warship! I’m slaying myself,
    Denying the nature of me.
    I’m hiding beneath my family’s wealth,
    I’m never what I ought to be!

    The funeral ends my horrible life…
    No flowers, friends, no gravestone…
    I’ve just came across my internal wife
    Her name’s Death and that’s all…

    I’m dying in warship! I’m slaying myself,
    Denying the nature of me.
    I’m hiding beneath my family’s wealth,
    I’m never what I ought to be!

  4. #14
    Îáðàùåííûé Íåîíàò Àâàòàð äëÿ A RabbitHearted Girl
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    22.01.2005
    Àäðåñ
    St. Petersburg
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    230
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    3

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Ïåðåâîä ïåñíè ãíîìîâ èç "Õîááèòà" Äæ.Ð.Ð.Òîëêèíà:

    Ìû â ïîäçåìåëüÿõ ìãëèñòûõ ãîð,
    Ãäå ìðàê ïåùåð è õîëîä íîð,
    Îòûùåì, ëèøü çàáðåçæèò ñâåò,
    Áëåñê çà÷àðîâàííûõ ìîíåò.

    Çàêëÿòüÿ ãíîìàìè ïëåëèñü,
    È ìîëîòû âçëåòàëè ââûñü,
    È â ãëóáèíå áûë êðåïîê ñîí
    Ïîäçåìíûõ òâàðåé òåõ âðåìåí.

    Ìåðöàë â ðóêå ýôåñ ìå÷à...
    Òðóäàìè ãíîìîâ ïîëó÷àë
    Êîðîëü è ýëüôîâ âëàñòåëèí
    Ñîêðîâèùà èç òåõ ãëóáèí.

    Ïîéìàâ ëóíó è ñîëíöå â ñåòü,
    Îíè òîðîïÿòñÿ óñïåòü
    Âåíåö è îæåðåëèé íèòü
    Äðàêîíüèì ïëàìåíåì îìûòü.

    Ìû â ïîäçåìåëüÿ ìãëèñòûõ ãîð,
    Ãäå ìðàê ïåùåð è õîëîä íîð,
    Óéäåì è, ëèøü çàáðåçæèò ñâåò,
    Âåðíåì çàáûòûé áëåñê ìîíåò.

    Óçîðû êóáêîâ, àðôû çâóê -
    Ëèëèñü èç-ïîä óìåëûõ ðóê.
    Íî òîëüêî ïåñíè íå ñëûøíû
    Èç ïîòàåííîé ãëóáèíû.

    Ñîñíîâûé áîð øóìåë â íî÷è,
    Ãäå âåòðà êðèê åùå çâó÷èò,
    Áàãðîâûì ñâåòîì âñïûõíóë ëåñ,
    Îãîíü âîçíåññÿ äî íåáåñ.

    Â äîëèíå - êîëîêîëüíûé çâîí.
    Áëåäíåþò ëèöà, ïëà÷ è ñòîí,
    Äðàêîíà ãíåâ, è òîëüêî òüìà -
    Ãäå áûëè áàøíè è äîìà.

    Êëóáèòñÿ äûì, è ÷àñ íàñòàë -
    Îñòàâèâ ñâîé ïîäçåìíûé çàë,
    Áåæàëè ãíîìû â ÷àñ íî÷íîé
    Ïîä ñåðåáðèâøåéñÿ ëóíîé.

    Ìû â ïîäçåìåëüÿõ ìãëèñòûõ ãîð,
    Ãäå ìðàê ïåùåð è õîëîä íîð,
    Îòûùåì, ëèøü çàáðåçæèò ñâåò,
    È îòâîþåì áëåñê ìîíåò!

    Îðèãèíàë:

    Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and caverns old
    We must away ere break of day
    To seek the pale enchanted gold.

    The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
    While hammers fell like ringing bells
    In places deep, where dark things sleep,
    In hollow halls beneath the fells.

    For ancient king and elvish lord
    There many a gloaming golden hoard
    They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
    To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

    On silver necklaces they strung
    The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
    The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
    They meshed the light of moon and sun.

    Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and caverns old
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To claim our long-forgotten gold.

    Goblets they carved there for themselves
    And harps of gold; where no man delves
    There lay they long, and many a song
    Was sung unheard by men or elves.

    The pines were roaring on the height,
    The winds were moaning in the night.
    The fire was red, it flaming spread;
    The trees like torches biased with light,

    The bells were ringing in the dale
    And men looked up with faces pale;
    The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
    Laid low their towers and houses frail.

    The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
    The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
    They fled their hall to dying -fall
    Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

    Far over the misty mountains grim
    To dungeons deep and caverns dim
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To win our harps and gold from him!
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

  5. #15
    Ñîëíå÷íîå Çëî Âåðõîâíûé Âàìïèð Àâàòàð äëÿ ôÛðê
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    15.04.2009
    Àäðåñ
    íà àäñêîì îáëà÷êå
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    1,678
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    28

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Death is perfect

    We smiled all day
    At last we break
    Can't find what to say
    Every word is a fake
    Sometimes it is better
    Just stay in silence
    And write a letter
    With detailed guidance
    My name is the madness
    Don't look in my eyes
    They'ru full of great sadness
    Centuries' cries
    You will not cope
    With tonnes of tears
    I have no more hope
    It's the worst of the fears
    For me death is perfect
    The dead doesn't lie
    I cannot even doubt it
    Death's stronger than life
    You cannot destroy it
    It will come anyway
    And life's last heat
    Will be death, lord you or a slave.

  6. #16
    Îáðàùåííûé Èçáðàííûé Àâàòàð äëÿ Lord Constantine
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    18.03.2009
    Àäðåñ
    Èñïàíèÿ
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    104

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Adiós, Aysel. adiós.
    nunca me olvides, cielo.

    Anhelos rotos del Requiem del corazón
    se acaban al empezar los sueños.

    Las almas lloran, ojos me hablan
    y los caminos se entrecruzan,

    aún nos quedan muchas copas
    llenas de lágrimas fogosas.

    Adiós, Aysel, adiós querida...


    Lord Constantine
    Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas... (P.Neruda).

  7. #17
    Îáðàùåííûé Íåîíàò Àâàòàð äëÿ A RabbitHearted Girl
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    22.01.2005
    Àäðåñ
    St. Petersburg
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    230
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    3

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Ïðîøëîãîäíåå ...

    Till

    My heart is full: I’m drinking all your kisses,
    I taste your lips, breathe in your heat and smell.
    I’m torn apart – in patches, ribbons, pieces…
    But how to sew me back
    You know so well.

    I’ll be a flute in skilled and gentle fingers,
    I’ll be a fire to warm you in the night
    When you feel numb, when your whole body shivers –
    I promise I shall make this all
    All right.

    Give me your hand – I’m longing for your touches,
    Embrace me – it is more than just enough.
    I shall be freed from badly tightened clutches.
    My world is yours
    Till I believe in love.
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

  8. #18
    Îáðàùåííûé Ïîñâÿùåííûé Àâàòàð äëÿ Ìåòåëü
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    16.03.2010
    Àäðåñ
    Äîì íåíàñòàâøåãî ëåòà
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    98
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    4

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    - In every night I go away
    “You can’t me stop!” - it was I say
    You felt my pain, but nothing more.
    Because your love healed my sore.

    In every day I cannot stay,
    You must help me to find way,
    Where I can live without fear,
    That you can see my darkness tear…

    In every twilight I must pray
    And may be God forget my pay.
    Which cost my life long time ago,
    So… Maybe… But who can know?
    Äàâàé æå, ãëóïûøêà, ïåé êðîâü äî äíà,
    ß òàê æå êàê òû åé áóäó ïüÿíà.
    Òû ñèëüíî è ñòðàñòíî æåëàë óìåðåòü,
    Òàê ïåé æå ñî ìíîé, ÿ è åñòü òâîÿ ñìåðòü… (ñ) Ìåòåëü Ñåâåðíàÿ

  9. #19
    Îáðàùåííûé Ìîëîäîé Âàìïèð Àâàòàð äëÿ Asder
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    16.08.2006
    Àäðåñ
    Oisio VI - Moon 1 - Corporate Police Force Assembly Plant
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    332

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Another day without shining light,
    Another moon without peaceful night,
    There’s only dust is falling down from skies…
    But that’s not bad, You know it’s even nice.

    The soul is empty and there is no fate.
    No things to louse and nothing to create.
    The ashes fall from lifeless earth to skies…
    But that’s not bad, You know it’s even nice.

    The past has gone the future never comes.
    And dreams have lost their bright and magic charms.
    The time has stopped in cold and empty eyes…
    But that's not bad, You know it’s even nice.

    There can be nothing here or somewhere there.
    The world is lost but I don’t really care.
    While I can see my feelings in your eyes…
    Life is not bad, You know it’s even nice.
    No fate. No mercy. No regret

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  1. Ñòèõè, êîòîðûå âàì íðàâÿòñÿ
    îò Nancy â ðàçäåëå Ëèòåðàòóðà
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    Ïîñëåäíåå ñîîáùåíèå: 07.09.2017, 17:13
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    îò St.Absinthia â ðàçäåëå Ëèòåðàòóðà î Âàìïèðàõ
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    Ïîñëåäíåå ñîîáùåíèå: 08.10.2010, 14:28
  3. Ñòèõè î Òüìå.
    îò Demien â ðàçäåëå Ïîýçèÿ
    Îòâåòîâ: 4
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