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  1. #1
    Marishka
    Ãîñòü

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ Ñòèõè íà èíîñòðàííèõ ÿçûêàõ, ïåðåâîäû

    Î, äà òóò åñòü ïîýòû... Íó, ïîçâîëüòå - ïðèñîåäèíþñü.
    Àíãëèéñêèé - ðîäíîé ÿçûê (ïî÷òè). Ê òîìó æå ýòî - ìî¸ ëþáèìîå...

    The Deliverance.

    Past years of tricks
    Comes time to see
    What the clock shows
    The Hell past six
    The half past me
    This is my Eternity
    Buried in the Black Snows

    Past life thou dote
    Ways made of sand
    Counting the quarters
    Go down my road
    Mine has no end
    This is my Infinity
    Drowned in the Black Waters

    Too much I've lost
    And to my shame
    I never tried to rise
    This is not a ghost
    Not a roaming flame
    This is just my rebel Soul
    Fallen down from the Paradise

    Don't scream, my angel
    Don't show your fear
    Of what has started
    There is no danger
    Of all in here
    This is my black hole Heart
    A gift for the Heart-departed

    Come on, get high
    For your desire
    The heaven's crying
    So you could try
    To light my fire
    Ain't this my dark Love
    Waiting to see me dying?...

    In all there's Light
    The Dark, the War...
    D'you see the difference?
    No one will fight
    Like 'twas before
    The war is over forever more
    And this is got to be my Deliverance.

  2. #2
    BlutSauger
    Ãîñòü

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ Òåêñòû

    Der Gott, der Satan, der Vampir.


    Meinen Fluch - meine Gabe-
    - Meine Freude - meine Trauer
    - Das Blut
    Schaue die Wand - dort das Kreuz an!
    Am Kreuz der ermordete Gott!
    Es ist Christus - ermordet und du hörst das höllische Gelächter
    Sieh sich - du um Du wirst den Satan sehen.
    Er lacht. In seinen Händen - der Speer
    Den römischen Speer
    Durchbohrend die Brust seines Gottes und des Feindes
    Auf der Schneide des Speers - das Blut!
    Das Blut Christus!
    , die trinken seine Diener und die Sklaven!
    Du schwingst?
    Meinen Fluch - meine Gabe-
    - Meine Freude - meine Trauer
    - Das Blut
    Schaue in die Augen dem Satan und dem Gott an!
    In den Augen des Fürsten der Finsternis
    Du wirst das ewige Feuer sehen
    In den Augen des Gottes - die Tränen
    Die Tränen über dich, über deine Seele
    Du schwingst?
    Meinen Fluch - meine Gabe-
    - Meine Freude - meine Trauer
    - Das Blut
    Dann blicke nach links!
    Dort wirst du weder des Lichtes noch des Feuers sehen
    Dort nur die Finsternis und der Tod
    Dort - ich!
    Ich bin Vampir!
    Schaue an, ich existiere!
    Ich nicht das Gottesschaffen!
    Ich nicht den Dämonex des Satans!
    Ich - die dritte Kraft
    Der dritte Fürst
    Der Fürst des Blutes!
    Das Reich des Gottes - der Himmel!
    Das Reich des Satans - die Erde und die Hölle
    Mein Reich - die menschlichen Herze
    Meinen Schatz - die ergriffenen Leben
    Mein Sieg - der Tod den Diener des Gottes oder des Satans
    Meinen Fluch - meine Gabe-
    - Meine Freude - meine Trauer
    - Das Blut


    Áîã, Ñàòàíà, âàìïèð.


    Ìîå ïðîêëÿòèå - ìîé äàð
    - Ìîÿ ðàäîñòü - ìîÿ ñêîðáü
    - Êðîâü
    Ñìîòðè íà ñòåíó - òàì êðåñò!
    Â êðåñòå óáèòûé Áîã!
    Ýòî âèñèò Õðèñòîñ - óáèòûé
    è òû ñëûøèøü àäñêèé ñìåõ
    îãëÿíèñü –è òû óâèäèøü Ñàòàíó.
    Îí ñìååòñÿ. Â åãî ðóêàõ - êîïüå
    Ðèìñêîå êîïüå
    Ïðîíçèâøåå ãðóäü åãî Áîãà è Âðàãà
    Íà ëåçâèè êîïüÿ - êðîâü!
    Êðîâü Õðèñòà!
    Êîòîðóþ ïüþò åãî ñëóæèòåëè è ðàáû
    Òû êîëåáëåøüñÿ?
    Ìîå ïðîêëÿòèå - ìîé äàð
    - Ìîÿ ðàäîñòü - ìîÿ ñêîðáü
    - Êðîâü
    Ïîñìîòðè â ãëàçà Ñàòàíå è Áîãó!
    Â ãëàçàõ êíÿçÿ ìðàêà
    Òû áóäåøü âèäåòü âå÷íûé îãîíü
    Â ãëàçàõ Áîãà - ñëåçû
    Ñëåçû î òåáå, î òâîåé äóøå
    Òû êîëåáëåøüñÿ ?
    Ìîå ïðîêëÿòèå - ìîé äàð
    - Ìîÿ ðàäîñòü - ìîÿ ñêîðáü
    - Êðîâü
    Çàòåì ïîñìîòðè íàëåâî!
    Òàì òû íå óâèäèøü íè ñâåòà, íè îãíÿ
    Òàì òîëüêî ìðàê è ñìåðòü
    Òàì - ÿ!
    ß - âàìïèð!
    Ñìîòðè, ÿ ñóùåñòâóþ!
    ß íå òâîðåíüå Áîãà!
    ß íå Äåìîí Ñàòàíû!
    ß - òðåòüÿ ñèëà
    Òðåòèé êíÿçü
    Êíÿçü êðîâè!
    Ãîñóäàðñòâî Áîãà - íåáåñà!
    Ãîñóäàðñòâî Ñàòàíû - çåìëÿ è àä
    Ìîå ãîñóäàðñòâî – ÷åëîâå÷åñêèå Ñåðäöà
    Ìîè ñîêðîâèùà – îòíÿòûå æèçíè
    Ìîÿ ïîáåäà - ñìåðòü ñëóæèòåëÿ Áîãà èëè Ñàòàíû
    Ìîå ïðîêëÿòèå - ìîé äàð
    - Ìîÿ ðàäîñòü - ìîÿ ñêîðáü
    - Êðîâü

    ******
    O, Gott! Du weisst das!
    Ich – Vampir – gehe
    Auf der Schtrasse den
    Angst, Hoffnung und Schmerz
    Jeden meinen Schritt –
    Ist den Tod des Menschen.
    Jedes mein Fallen –
    Ist das neue Leben
    O Gott!
    Ich – Vampir – ich sage dir:
    Deine Bedienten sind schwach und sind willenlos
    Deine Kirche ist verflucht
    Deine Leute - die Tiere
    Deine Gebote - für schwach
    O, Gott!
    Ich – Vampir – Ich sage!
    Ich sage neuen Gebote
    Und besten, starkern Leute
    Werde mir glaubten!
    Sie werden meine Diener
    Er werden das Blut trinken
    Dieses Blut - das Blut deiner Kinder
    Sie brannen deine Welt vom höllischen Feuer!
    O, Gott!
    Du weisst, dass ich – Vampir –
    deine Kirche, deine Religion den Glauben und dein Reich
    zerstören werde


    Î, Áîã! Òû çíàåøü ýòî!
    ß – âàìïèð–
    Èäó ïî óëèöå
    Ñòðàõà, óæàñà è áîëè
    Êàæäûé ìîé øàã–
    ßâëÿåòñÿ ñìåðòüþ ÷åëîâåêà.
    Êàæäîå ìîå ïàäåíèå–
    íîâàÿ æèçíü
    Î, Áîã!
    ß – âàìïèð – ÿ ãîâîðþ òåáå:
    Òâîè ñëóãè ñëàáû è áåçâîëüíû
    Òâîÿ öåðêîâü ïðîêëÿòà
    Òâîè ëþäè - æèâîòíûå
    Òâîè çàïîâåäè - äëÿ ñëàáûõ
    Î, Áîã!
    ß – âàìïèð – ß ãîâîðþ!
    ß ñêàæó íîâûå çàïîâåäè
    È ñàìûå ëó÷øèå, ñèëüíåéøèå ëþäè
    Ïîâåðÿò ìíå!
    Îíè áóäóò ìîèìè ñëóæèòåëÿìè
    Îí áóäóò ïèòü êðîâü
    Ýòà êðîâü - êðîâü òâîèõ äåòåé
    Îíè çàæãóò òâîé ìèð àäñêèì îãíåì!
    Î, Áîã!
    Òû çíàåøü, ÷òî ÿ – âàìïèð–
    ðàçðóøó
    òâîþ öåðêîâü, òâîþ ðåëèãèþ è òâîå ãîñóäàðñòâî

    *****

    Die Sonnenschein


    Meine Augen haben den Schmerz
    Vor dem Sonnenschein
    Meine Seele hat die Angst
    Vor dem Sonnenschein

    Meine Freunde mich nicht wershtehen
    Und nicht entshuldigen
    Arzten sagen mir,
    Das, dass ich sind die Geisteskranken
    Warum?
    Warum finden wir, dass ich kan niemanden unter den Leuten
    gewohnen?
    Wenn ich am Morgen schlafen will,
    Und ich habe am Ende des Tages die Kraft, der nicht menschlichen Kraft, ich bin keinen Mensh?
    Oder dann ich trinke das Blut, ob ich wervundbar for Sonnescheint werde?
    Ich will! Ich will leben, ich will lieben, ich will den Freunden haben!
    Aber Sie haben, dass ich nicht der Mensch entschieden
    Ya, streiten wir zind
    Heute, werde in die Nacht ich Blutsauger.
    Und dann gehe ich in der Dunkelheit.
    Dort haben keine Sonne!
    Dort haben keinen Shmerzen!
    Dort haben keine Angst!
    Dort haben keinen Arzten und des bozen, wichtigen Menschen
    Nur nach innen, nach dieser toten, dunkelen Welt,
    Ob ich glucklich und gesund bin?!?

    Ñîëíå÷íûé Ñâåò

    Ìîè ãëàçà èìåþò áîëü
    Ïåðåä ñîëíå÷íûì ñâåòîì
    Ìîÿ äóøà èìååò ñòðàõ
    Ïåðåä ñîëíå÷íûì ñâåòîì

    Ìîè äðóçüÿ ìåíÿ íå ïîíèìàþò
    È íå èçâèíÿþò
    Âðà÷è ãîâîðÿò ìíå,
    ÷òî ÿ ÿâëÿþòñÿ äóøåâíîáîëüíûå
    Ïî÷åìó?
    Ïî÷åìó Âû ñ÷èòàåòå, ÷òî ÿ íå ìîãó æèòü ñðåäè ëþäåé?
    Åñëè ÿ õî÷ó ñïàòü óòðîì,
    È ÿ èìåþ â êîíöå äíÿ ñèëó, íå ÷åëîâå÷åñêóþ ñèëó, ÿ íå ÿâëÿþñü ÷åëîâåêîì?
    Èëè êîãäà ÿ ïüþ êðîâü, áóäó ëè ÿ áîÿòüñÿ ñîëíå÷íîãî ñâåòà?
    ß õî÷ó! ß õî÷ó æèòü, ÿ õî÷ó ëþáèòü, ÿ õî÷ó èìåòü äðóçåé!
    Íî Âû ðåøèëè ÷òî ÿ íå ÷åëîâåê!
    Äà, âû ïðàâû!
    Ñåãîäíÿ íî÷üþ ÿ ñòàíó Ïüþùèì Êðîâü!
    È çàòåì ÿ óéäó âî òüìó.
    Òàì íåò ñîëíöà!
    Òàì íåò áîëè!
    Òàì íåò ñòðàõà!
    Òàì íåòó âðà÷åé è çëûõ è ïðàâèëüíûõ ëþäåé!
    Òîëüêî çäåñü, â ýòîì ì¸ðòâîì è ò¸ìíîì ìèðå
    ß áóäó ñ÷àñòëèâ è çäîðîâ?!?

    ******

    Die Leute shlafen, frissen, Kindern machen,
    Sie geboren, leben fur Tod und starben
    Sie gelten, dass ich KopfKranke habe
    Sie mir kaine glauben
    Und inzwischen trinke ich das Blut,
    Blut! Blut! Blut!
    Ich bin schon tot,
    ich habe keine Angst
    for den Tod
    Ich sehe in Ihn Augen
    Ich sah dort eine tote Licht
    und diese licht brennt in meine toten, shwarzen Herz
    Alle gelten, dass Vampirysme - ist eine Kranke..
    Dast ist die Luge!
    Das ist nicht Kranke,
    Das ist eine grosse ewige Gabe
    Ich habe Angst for der Sohnscheint
    Aber alle haben angst for mir

    Ëþäè ñïÿò, æðóò, äåëàþò äåòåé,
    Îíè ðîæäàþòñÿ, æèâóò äëÿ ñìåðòü è óìèðàþò
    Îíè ñ÷èòàþò ÷òî ÿ äóøåâíî áîëüíîé
    Îíè ìíå íå âåðÿò
    À òåì âðåìåíåì ÿ ïüþ êðîâü,
    Êðîâü! Êðîâü! Êðîâü!
    ß óæå ìåðòâ,
    ÿ íå èìåþ íèêàêîãî ñòðàõà
    ïåðåä ñìåðòüþ
    ß ñìîòðþ â âàøè ãëàçà
    ß âèæó òàì ì¸ðòâûé ñâåò
    è ýòîò ñâåò ãîðèò ìîåì ìåðòâîì, ÷åðíîì ñåðäöå
    Âñå ñ÷èòàþò, ÷òî âàìïèðèçì - ÿâëÿåòñÿ áîëåçíüþ.
    ýòî ëîæü!
    Ýòî íå áîëåçíü,
    Ýòî âåëèêèé, âå÷íûé äàð
    ß áîþñü ñîëíå÷íîãî ñâåòà,
    Íî âñå áîÿòñÿ ìåíÿ.

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

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ Ñòèõè íà èíîñòðàííèõ ÿçûêàõ, ïåðåâîäû

    Ïðîøó äåëèòüÿ òâîðåíèÿìè òåõ, êòî ïèøåò ñòèõè íà èíîñòðàííûõ ÿçûêàõ (ëþáûõ, íå îãðàíè÷èâàþ)) è çàíèìàåòñÿ ïåðåâîäîì.

    Åñëè êîìó-òî òðåáóåòñÿ ãðàììàòè÷åñêèé è ôîíåòè÷åñêèé êîììåíòàðèé ê ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿì íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå, ñîîáùàéòå - ÿ ìîãó çàíÿòüñÿ òåì, ÷òî ïîñìîòðþ, åñòü ëè íåòî÷íîñòè è íåäî÷åòû è âûøëþ ðåçóëüòàòû â ËÑ (èëè âûëîæó çäåñü - åñëè âàì áóäåò óãîäíî)).

    Êðèòèêà ïðèâåòñòâóåòñÿ).


    Ñïåöèàëüíûå ñèìâîëû

    Ò.ê. â äàííîé òåìå ïóáëèêóþòñÿ ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿ íå òîëüêî íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå, èíîãäà âîçíèêàþò ïðîáëåìû ñ íàïèñàíèåì îïðåäåëåííûõ áóêâ èíîñòðàííûõ àëôàâèòîâ.
    Êîäû áóêâ, êîòîðûõ íåò â ðóññêîì èëè ëàòèíñêîì àëôàâèòå ñìîòðèòå òóò. Ïðîñòî âìåñòî íóæíîé áóêâû âïèñûâàåì êîä ñèìâîëà.
    Ïîñëåäíèé ðàç ðåäàêòèðîâàëîñü St.Absinthia; 19.01.2009 â 19:50.
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

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

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    ×òî äî ìåíÿ - òî ïîñëåäíåå äîñòèæåíèå: áîëåå-ìåíåå íîðìàëüíîå ñòèõîòâîðåíèå íà àíãëèéñêîì.

    My Lonely Passion

    I ran away, just trying to pretend
    That it's all right, it's usual, it's normal.
    I took the time, a lot of time to spend
    On training how to be a bit informal.

    I drew a smile on my unsmiling face,
    I put make up and all those fancy clothes,
    Developed kindness, happines and grace,
    A tiny house I built instead of fortress.

    I placed the decorations on the stage,
    An actress in the trivial performance...
    But when I noticed bars of golden cage
    I couldn't go on singing silly romance.

    The lights were blinding...
    Noise made feeling deaf.
    And coloured masks were laughing all around me.
    I thought I'd faint, I had a short of breath.
    But I resisted,
    And I whispered calmly:

    "I have to go.
    I'm tired. I'll just stop.
    Stop running, playing, smiling and pretending,
    I don't want to be given such a sop,
    To have so nice but so dishonest ending.

    I'm dark. I'm silent. Lonely... -
    I confess,
    Give up escaping, hiding and denying.
    I've found the truth.
    It is to be undressed:
    I'm living on, creating, and I'm dying.

    It's joy. It's pain. It's silence and a scream.
    It is a gift. It is divine damnation.
    It's my reality. It is my secret dream,
    Religion,
    My moratity,
    My passion.

    I don't like playing in theatre now,
    I want to make my own scripts and novels.
    I have to give it up someway, somehow...
    To raise again the high walls of my fortress.

    Now let me go...
    My friends, unlock the door.
    I'll face the darkness but without fear.
    I want to be a child I've been before,
    I smell the freedom, see, it's there, it's near!"

    They smiled: "Well, go. But not try to return,
    Enjoy your loneliness and fall in madness slighly.
    Bleed, beat yourself, feel pain, then crush and burn.
    We'll go on having pleasure, living brightly".

    "Goodbye", I say and step in dark outworld.
    I'm damned. I'm blessed with magic of creation.
    I think I'll cry, but I shall not be heard,
    As there's no one to share my lonely passion.
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

  5. #5

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Alessa, êëàññíî. Îñîáåííî êîíåö.

    Ìåíÿ òîæå èíîãäà âäîõíîâëÿåò...

    The Damnation.

    Burning sky and frozen land.
    My vital energy is sucked by funnel.
    Defiled brain aspires to understand
    Where’s the end of this infinite tunnel.

    My blood was taken by demons from hell
    Instead they gave me the essence of evil
    Like zombie I look, like zombie I smell.
    I kill living better then plague fever.

    My human senses die one by one.
    At time when all it comes to end,
    Away my wasted soul will gone,
    My sword’ll be lost by rotten hand.

    But till I will survive and fight,
    I face against this cursed world.
    For me is neither wrong nor right.
    Except the death my heart is cold.


    The Spider

    I came to life in fetid slime
    From broken spider egg in time.
    I was much stronger then the others.
    I had to devour all my kind
    An younger eggs, my sisters, brothers…
    Surviving was the aim of mine.

    The nature brings all things to end.
    My blood is of the insect kind.
    Warm-blooded cannot comprehend
    The exact vicious mind.

    My only reason is the hunt.
    The instinct guide me very well.
    No matter night or shining sun.
    I chase my victims by its smell.

    Last thing they see is flying web
    My venom acts in warm fresh blood
    I’m a cunning living trap.
    Predator’s spirit feels so good.

    Abominable worst nightmare.
    Unfading desperate loud screams
    Can’t fly away from spider lair.
    The doom comes slowly and unseen.

    I have no sorrow, no regret, no hate
    Becoming stronger when consume.
    In hidden hole again I wait
    Fresh food I ready to assume.
    Undead

  6. #6
    Îáðàùåííûé Íåîíàò Àâàòàð äëÿ A RabbitHearted Girl
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    22.01.2005
    Àäðåñ
    St. Petersburg
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    230
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    3

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    À âîò ñîáñòâåííî ñòèõîòâîðíûå ïåðåâîäû... Ãäå-òî ó ìåíÿ åùå åñòü, íî íàéòè íå ìîãó.

    The Rose (àâòîðà, óâû, íå çíàþ)

    Some say love, it is a river that drowns a tender reed.
    Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your heart to bleed.
    Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless, aching need;
    I say love it is a flower, and you its only seed.
    It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
    It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give,
    And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
    When the night has been too lonely,
    And the road has been too long,
    And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
    Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows,
    Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
    In the spring, becomes the rose.

    Ðîçà

    Ãîâîðÿò, ëþáîâü - òå÷åíüå, ÷òî òðîñòíèê ñ ñîáîé íåñåò.
    Ãîâîðÿò, ëþáîâü - ÷òî áðèòâà: êðîâüþ ñåðäöå èñòå÷åò.
    Ãîâîðÿò, ëþáîâü - ÷òî ãîëîä, ñòðàñòüþ íîþùåé ïîåò;
    ß ñêàæó: ëþáîâü ðîñòêàìè â åñòåñòâå òâîåì æèâåò.
    Ñåðäöå, ÷òî ðàçáèòü áîèøüñÿ, íå íàó÷èøü òàíöåâàòü,
    Òî, ÷òî íå âîçüìåøü ñåáå òû, òî íå ñòàíåøü òû äàðèòü,
    È äóøà áîèòñÿ ñìåðòè, íî íå çíàåò, êàê åé æèòü.
    Êîãäà íî÷üþ îäèíîêî,
    È äîðîãà òàê äëèííà,
    Òû òâåðäèøü: ëþáîâü íåìíîãèì - êòî óäà÷íèâ, ñìåë - äàíà.
    Íî çàïîìíè, èç-ïîä ñíåãà è õîëîäíîé êîðêè ëüäà
    Ðàñöâåòåò ðîñòîê âåñíîþ,
    Ñòàíåò ðîçîé íàâñåãäà.

    ***

    Those evening bells
    (by Th.More)

    Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
    How many a tale their music tells,
    Of love, and home, and that sweet time,
    When last I heard their soothing chime!

    Those joyous hours are passed away!
    And many a heart that then was gay
    Within the tomb now darkly dwells
    And hears no more those evening bells!

    And so 'twill be when I am gone,
    That tuneful peal will still ring on,
    While ither bards shall walk these dells,
    And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.

    Âå÷åðíèé çâîí(Ò.Ìîð)

    Âå÷åðíèé çâîí! Âå÷åðíèé çâîí!
    Êàê ìíîãî íàì ðàññêàæåò îí
    Ïðî äîì, ëþáîâü è òå ãîäà,
    ×òî áû ñ÷àñòëèâû âñåãäà.

    Ìèíóòû ñ÷àñòüÿ ñî÷òåíû!
    Ñåðäöà, ÷òî ðàäîñòè ïîëíû
    Êîãäà-òî áûëè - ñðåäü ìîãèë,
    È çâîí âå÷åðíèé ÿ çàáûë!

    Íî ÿ óéäó - è âîò îïÿòü
    Ìåëîäèè íà÷íóò çâó÷àòü,
    Ïîêà íàì ñëûøåí õîð ïåâöîâ
    Ïðî ñëàäêèé çâîí êîëîêîëîâ.
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

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

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Åùå îäèí ïåðåâîä:

    Ïðîêëÿòèå

    Æàð â íåáåñàõ è õîëîä íà çåìëå.
    Ìîåé ýíåðãèè èñïèë âîäîâîðîò.
    È ìûñëè ìå÷óòñÿ â ñêëîíåííîé ãîëîâå:
    Êîãäà çàêîí÷èòñÿ ñåé áåñêîíå÷íûé õîä.

    Êðîâü âûñîñàëè äåìîíû â àäó,
    Âçàìåí ìíå äàëè äüÿâîëüñêèé íàñòîé.
    Ãíèþùèé çîìáè, ÿ ê æèâûì èäó,
    Îïàñíåå, ÷åì òî, ÷òî çàâàòü ÷óìîé.

    Ëþäñêèå ÷óâñòâà ìåðêíóò íåñïåøà.
    Êîãäà âñåìó íàñòóïèò ñâîé ôèíàë,
    Óéäåò çàïÿòíàííàÿ âðåìåíåíì äóøà,
    È èç ãíèþùèõ ïàëüöåâ ìå÷ ïðîïàë.

    Íî ÿ æèâó è ÷óþ áîÿ äðîæü.
    ß áðîøó âûçîâ ïðîêëÿòûì ìèðàì.
    È ìíå íå âàæíî: ïðàâäà èëè ëîæü,
    Ëèøü â ñìåðòè ñåðäöå â õîëîä íå îòäàì.

    Îðèãèíàë ñì. âûøå (The Damnation)
    DeLife, íàäåþñü âû íå ïðîòèâ?
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

  8. #8
    IdeeFixe
    Ãîñòü

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    õì... âàøè ñòèõè - äîâîëüíî èíòåðåñíû è õîðîøè
    Ïðåäàëàãþ âàøåìó âíèìàíèþ ñâîé:

    It's my knife.

    It's my knife, taken for killing,
    For breaking off the life,
    For making bleeding.
    It's my knife! You'll understand, -
    From eught p.m. till five a.m.
    It's resting on my cruel hand,
    I like this way and each new day
    Is just beginning of nightmare.
    Into your life I'll bring my dream,
    Regardless of your quiet prayer.
    It's my knife and you will scream,
    Because it's normal state - to scare!

    Love is emotion, which I can't remember.
    It doesn't matter. I will not surrender!
    I'd never felt this sense of living.
    Why so? Because I can't believe in.
    Let Darkness guide my knife again!
    And neither it is snow nor rain,
    My hunt is primary objective.
    And please don't think that I'm defective!
    I want be free from human hive.
    And what will help me? It's my knife!
    I feel no sorow, I have a groove.
    I'm waiting for victims and they move...

  9. #9
    Îáðàùåííûé Íåîíàò Àâàòàð äëÿ A RabbitHearted Girl
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    22.01.2005
    Àäðåñ
    St. Petersburg
    Ñîîáùåíèé
    230
    Çàïèñåé â äíåâíèêå
    3

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    IdeeFixe, ìî¸ ïî÷òåíèå. Î÷åíü èíòåðåñíîå ñòèõîòâîðåíèå.
    Îñîáåííî ïîíðàâèëèñü ñòðîêè:

    You'll understand, -
    From eught p.m. till five a.m.

    It's my knife and you will scream,
    Because it's normal state - to scare!


    Õîòÿ, ïðèçíàòüñÿ, ìåñòàìè ÷èòàòü òÿæåëîâàòî - ðèòì, ïîõîæå, ñáèâàåòñÿ.

    À âîò ÷òî ó ìåíÿ ñåãîäíÿ ðîäèëîñü íà ïàðå àíãëèéñêîãî:

    Vampire's Night

    I smell the blood,
    I put my way
    Through lonely streets.
    I act, I play,

    I hunt, I chase
    My victim's steps,
    I call his mind -
    This never ends.

    I hold his hand,
    I put my arm
    Around his waist -
    He stays so calm.

    I lean my head
    And stick my teeth
    Inside his neck.
    I feel no grief.

    I taste his blood,
    I drink it all
    And then I send
    Another call.

    I leave the corpse
    In lonely streets,
    And his fresh blood
    In my veins fleets.

    The morning comes,
    And then I hide
    In darkest vault,
    On darkest side.

    :o :o :o
    No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

  10. #10

    Ïî óìîë÷àíèþ

    Ñóïåðððð :evil:

    Îòêîïàë ó ñåáÿ ñòèøîê ñ ïîõîæèì ðèòìîì...

    The Chasm.

    You stopped my rage.
    Our ways had crossed.
    We both in cage,
    And key is lost.

    You see my flesh,
    It’s pale like bone.
    The ancient ash
    Of fallen one.

    You touch my hand
    It can’t caress.
    My life demand
    The loneness.

    I trust no one.
    I swore to hate.
    You should just run
    Deceive your fate.

    The truth spills out
    Like blood from vein
    You feel my doubt.
    Old scars cause pain.

    The bounding link.
    You like this sense.
    For me means nothing
    Your innocence.

    It’s seems too bright.
    My heart in spasm…
    It guide my flight
    To depths of chasm.

    Like deadly bane
    It flows in me
    It seems insane,
    But let it be.
    Undead

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