Working hard, crazy alcoholic.
Ñîâåòóþ äîñìîòðåòü äî êîíöà.
 ôèíàëå - ñàìûé òðýøøø.
Wow. ÎáÀæàþ ýòîò êëèï...
Close your eyes, and I kiss you...
Tomorrow I'll miss you
ß íå åì òåõ, êîãî ëþáëþ
Close your eyes, and I kiss you...
Tomorrow I'll miss you
ß íå åì òåõ, êîãî ëþáëþ
Close your eyes, and I kiss you...
Tomorrow I'll miss you
ß íå åì òåõ, êîãî ëþáëþ
Èäóùèé ÷åðåç ñåáÿ - íèêîãäà íå ñïîòêíåòñÿ, à èùóùèé âíå ñåáÿ - íèêîãäà íå íàéäåò.
Æåëàþ âñåì ïîáûñòðåå èçáàâèòüñÿ îò äåòñêîé áîëåçíè ïàòðèîòèçìà è âêëþ÷èòü ñâîé êðèòè÷åñêèé óì. Ñàìàÿ áîëüøàÿ òåîðèÿ çàãîâîðà- Òî, ÷òî íàøà âëàñòü îòíîñèòüñÿ ê íàì áëàãîæåëàòåëüíî... Ëþáàÿ...
Your own personal Jesus...
öåïàíóëî...
Ìíîãèå ëþäè õîòÿò ( íó âî âñÿêîì ñëó÷àå, åñòü òàêèå) õîòÿò ñòàòü âàìïèðàìè Íàôèãà? Õîòÿò æèòü âå÷íî? Äûê âàìïèðû òîæå óìèðàþò... Õîòÿò èìåòü ñâåðõâïîñîáíîñòè, áûòü ñèëíåå? Òàê, êàê ýòî íàâåðíîå îò òîãî ÷òî ÷óâòñâóþò ñåáÿ ñëàáûìè. À åñëè åñòü ïîñëîâèöà, ÷òî óáåãàÿ îò ñíàéïåðà óìð¸øü âñïîòåâ, òî îò ñåáÿ ðîäíîãî ñî ñâîèìè ñòðàõàìè è ôîáèÿìè íèêàê íå óáåæèøü, ñòàâ äàæå ïîëóáîãîì èëè äåìîíîì. À ìîíñòð ýòî íàøå âíóòðåííåå ñîñòîÿíèå. Íå ñîãëàñíû? À êàêæå ñòðàæíèêè Îñâåíöèìà ÑÑ òîòåíêîïñôåðáàíäå. Íåêîòîðûå èç íèõ âûãëÿäåëè ïðèëè÷íûìè äàæå ñîâñåì ëþäüìè, åñëè íå ðàáîòå... À ÷ëåíû ÿïîíñêîãî îòðÿäà 731? Âàìïèðÿ ïðÿìî äèòÿòè åñëè ñ íèìè ñðàâíèâàòü...
As the frost flew into the child
it wound up the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat any longer
only the rain cries at the grave
Bumpety bump, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat any longer
and the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
hears the cries in the night
and no angel climbs down
only the rain cries at the grave
Between hard oak boards
it will play with the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
my heart does not beat any longer
On Totensonntag* they heard this
melody from God's field [i.e., a cemetery]
then they unearthed it
they saved the small heart in the child
Bumpety bump, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat any longer
and the child sings on the ground48
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat any longer
only the rain cries at the grave
As the frost flew into the child
it wound up the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat any longer
only the rain cries at the grave
Bumpety bump, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat any longer
and the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
hears the cries in the night
and no angel climbs down
only the rain cries at the grave
Between hard oak boards
it will play with the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
my heart does not beat any longer
On Totensonntag* they heard this
melody from God's field [i.e., a cemetery]
then they unearthed it
they saved the small heart in the child
Bumpety bump, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat any longer
and the child sings on the ground48
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat any longer
only the rain cries at the grave
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/spieluhr-music-box.html
Ï.Ñ. âîò óìåëè êîãäà òî äåëàòü ôèëüìû... È ïðèÿòíî ïîñìîòðåòü íà ìîëîäîãî Äæîíèè Äåïà. Õîòÿ âñàäíèê - áåñïîäîáåí.
Your own personal Jesus...
Íó, ýòî ñêîðåå íå ëþáèìûé êëèï, íî ëþáèìûé ïåðñîíàæ... Ìàðãîò Ðîááè ñûãðàëà å¸ áëåñòÿùå. Îíà ïðàâäà òàéíî íå õîäèò ê ïñèõÿòðó? Êàê ìîæíî òàê óáåäèòåëüíî ñûãðàòü ïñèõà, èì íå áóäó÷è? Âîò ãäå âîïðîñ... à ìîæåò, åñòü ñêëåòû è â å¸ øêàôó...
Äà, ÿ ïîíèìàþ, ãäå ÿ íàõîæóñü. Ïîýòîìó ñðàçó çàÿâëÿþ ÷òîáû íèêîãî íå îáèäåòü - Ñåëåíà íà 2 ìåñòå. Æåëåçíî.
Ïîñëåäíèé ðàç ðåäàêòèðîâàëîñü Wolfgang; 13.11.2022 â 14:53.
Your own personal Jesus...
Îáîæàþ Õàðëè. Ìîþ êðàñîòêó. Ìèð áåç íå¸ áûë áû áîëåå òóñêëûì...
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Íî òóò âîò òàêîé ñòàðåíüêèé çàáàâíûé êëèï îòûñêàëà...
Ñîððè, ãîñïîäà îáîðîòíè, ñîððè...
Close your eyes, and I kiss you...
Tomorrow I'll miss you
ß íå åì òåõ, êîãî ëþáëþ
÷òîæ... äîáàâèì ñþäà è Äæîêåðà...
âåñåëî êîíå÷íî, íî â ïðèíöèïå òîëüêî ïîòîìó ÷òîáû ìîæíî áûëîáû äîáàâèòü åù¸ áîëüøå Õàðëè...
Ýòî èç âòîðîãî Ñóèñàéä ñêâàäà, êîòîðûé õóæå, ÷åì ïåðâûé íî ýòîò êëèï ñ íåé êðàñèâ... Îíà êàê Äæîí Âèê, òîëüêî íàìíîãî êðàñèâåå è åñëè â Äæîíå Âèêå óáèéñòâà âûãëÿäÿò ñìåøíî ( êàêòî ãëàçà ê ýòîìó ïðèâûêàåò) òî çäåñü òîæå íåëåïî âîçìîæíî è ñìåøíî, íî êàêàÿ õîðåîãðàôèÿ...êàêàÿ ãðàöèÿ... Ñðàâíèìî ñ "Óëòðàâàéëåò", íà ìîé âçãëÿä...
Žodis ne žvirblis, ñëîâî íå âîðîáåé. Äàâàéòå êà è Óëüòðàâéëåò ñþäà æå... Äëÿ ïîëíîãî âûíîñà ìîçãà. Âàìïèðøà è äèòÿ ÷åëîâå÷åñêîå... Ýòî òàê... òðîãàòåëüíî. Î÷åíü ñèëüíîå âïå÷àòëåíèå ïðîèçâ¸ë ýòî ôèëüì. Íî... ñöåíàðèé âåäü ëþäè ïèñàëè.
Ï.Ñ. ïîñìîòðåë ýòîò êëèï, íàõëûíóëè âñïîìèíàíèÿ, î÷åðåäíîé ðàç ñêà÷àë è ïîñìîòðåë ôèëüì... Äà... ýñòåòèêà òàíöà ñìåðòè... È êàêàÿ òî íîâàÿ Ýâàíãåëèå îò âàìïèðîâ... Ñàìè ïîñóäèòå - õîðîøàÿ âàìïèðøà ñðàæàåòñÿ ñ ïëîõèì âàìïèðîì, â ïðèíöèïå çà ñûíà, êîòîðûé ïîÿâèëñÿ èç ñêàæåì -"÷èñòîãî çà÷àòüÿ" ) ÷òî ìîæåò áûòü ÷èùå ÷åì ñëåçà? ) êîòîðûé âîññòà¸ò èç ì¸ðòâûõ è ó ÷åëîâå÷åñòâà, äî ñìåðòè íàïóãàííîãî áîëåçíüþ ( íè÷åãî âàì íå íàïîìèíàåò?) çàïåðòîãî â êîíöëàãåðü êàêèì òî öåðêîâíî-áèãôàðìàöåâòè÷åñêèì êîíãëîìåðàòîì ïîÿâèëàñü íàäåæäà íà áîëåå ñâåòëîå áóäóùåå... Êõì... æåëàþùèé óçðåò çíàêè, ìîæåò óçðåòü èõ âåçüäå... Ó ìíó ïðîñòî áóéíàÿ ôàíòàçèÿ... Íî, åñëè ëþäè íè÷åãî íå ñóìåþò ïðîòèâîïîñòàâèòü, áóäóùåå, ÿ äóìàþ ïîêàçàíî ïðîðî÷åñêè...
Ïîñëåäíèé ðàç ðåäàêòèðîâàëîñü Wolfgang; 02.12.2022 â 23:21.
Your own personal Jesus...