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[IdeeFixe]

Хм... ритм, говоришь))) тогда вот... с нормальным ритмом

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.

[A RabbitHearted Girl]

IdeeFixe, это песня?
Здо-ро-во! Услада моим филолого-лингвистическим чувствам.
Вы тоже английским вплотную занимаетесь, или это сила таланта?
А на счет ритма - это к слову. Сегодня читала All the World's Theatre Шекспира - там дело обстоит намного хуже.
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Надеюсь, никто из поделившихся работами не возражет, если я попробую себя в переводе ваших стихотворений?.. (раз никто пока больше не изъявил желания).
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А как по поводу немецкого? И любых других языков?
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Мне, кстати, с латинского приходилось стихи переводить, если найду - выложу.
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Всем спасибо.

[Lord_Wrathgotkh]

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!

[A RabbitHearted Girl]

Перевод песни гномов из "Хоббита" Дж.Р.Р.Толкина:

Мы в подземельях мглистых гор,
Где мрак пещер и холод нор,
Отыщем, лишь забрезжит свет,
Блеск зачарованных монет.

Заклятья гномами плелись,
И молоты взлетали ввысь,
И в глубине был крепок сон
Подземных тварей тех времен.

Мерцал в руке эфес меча...
Трудами гномов получал
Король и эльфов властелин
Сокровища из тех глубин.

Поймав луну и солнце в сеть,
Они торопятся успеть
Венец и ожерелий нить
Драконьим пламенем омыть.

Мы в подземелья мглистых гор,
Где мрак пещер и холод нор,
Уйдем и, лишь забрезжит свет,
Вернем забытый блеск монет.

Узоры кубков, арфы звук -
Лились из-под умелых рук.
Но только песни не слышны
Из потаенной глубины.

Сосновый бор шумел в ночи,
Где ветра крик еще звучит,
Багровым светом вспыхнул лес,
Огонь вознесся до небес.

В долине - колокольный звон.
Бледнеют лица, плач и стон,
Дракона гнев, и только тьма -
Где были башни и дома.

Клубится дым, и час настал -
Оставив свой подземный зал,
Бежали гномы в час ночной
Под серебрившейся луной.

Мы в подземельях мглистых гор,
Где мрак пещер и холод нор,
Отыщем, лишь забрезжит свет,
И отвоюем блеск монет!

Оригинал:

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!

[фЫрк]

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.

[Lord Constantine]

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

[A RabbitHearted Girl]

Прошлогоднее ...

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.

[Метель]

- 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?

[Asder]

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.