У меня есть одна любимая сейчас песня. Я всё время чувствовала, о чём она, но не вдумывалась. А сегодня прочитала слова и перевела для себя...
Эта песня о смерти иллюзий, эго и лжи через любовь. Той самой смерти, которая является самым сладострастным возрождением из всех возможных. О свержении социальных ритуалов и провозглашении Любви как единственного Бога на Земле.
My lover's got humour,
У моей любимой отличное чувство юмора,
She's the giggle at a funeral,
Она, как смешок на похоронах —
Knows everybody's disapproval,
Привыкла, что её всегда осуждают.
I should've worshipped her sooner.
Мне нужно было обожествить её раньше.
If the Heavens ever did speak,
Если бы небеса когда-нибудь могли говорить,
She is the last true mouthpiece.
Она стала бы их единственным истинным проводником.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Каждое воскресенье мрачнее предыдущего,
A fresh poison each week.
Каждую неделю свежая порция яда.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
"Мы родились больными", — слышишь ты от них,
My church offers no absolution,
Но моя "церковь" не предлагает отпущения грехов,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
Наоборот, она велит мне: "Молись в спальне";)
The only heaven I'll be sent to
И единственный рай, куда я отправлюсь —
Is when I'm alone with you,
Это рай быть наедине с Тобой,
I was born sick, but I love it,
Да, я родился больным, но мне это нравится,
Command me to be well.
Пожелайте же мне "выздоровления";)
Amen, amen, amen!
Аминь, аминь, аминь!
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в свою церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как пёс, на алтаре твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я открою тебе все свои грехи, а ты готовь острое лезвие,
Offer me my deathless death.
И окуни меня в смерть, в которой нет умирания.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, дай же мне отдать тебе свою жизнь.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
Если я язычник из древности,
My lover's the sunlight.
То моя любимая — Бог солнца.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
А чтобы быть рядом с Богиней,
She demands a sacrifice,
Требуются жертвы:
To drain the whole sea,
Осушить море,
Get something shiny,
Достать что-нибудь сияющее
Something meaty for the main course.
Что-нибудь мясное на "главное блюдо".
That's a fine looking high horse,
О, вот благородная лошадка,
What you got in the stable?
Ну-ка, что у тебя там в стойле?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
Нам нужно утолить голод "верующих",
That looks tasty,
А это выглядит вкусно,
That looks plenty,
Это выглядит богато,
This is hungry work.
Вот такая вот "голодная" работа.
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в свою церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как пёс, на алтаре твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я открою тебе все свои грехи, а ты готовь острое лезвие,
Offer me my deathless death.
И окуни меня в смерть, в которой нет умирания.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, дай же мне отдать тебе свою жизнь.
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
Когда начинается ритуал, не остаётся больше ни королей, ни господ,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
И нет ничего невиннее нашего сладкого греха,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
В этой сцене и сумасшествие, и грязь
Only then I am human,
Но только через это я становлюсь Человеком,
Only then I am clean.
Только так я по-настоящему очищаюсь.
Amen, amen, amen!
Аминь, аминь, аминь!
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в свою церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как пёс, на алтаре твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я открою тебе все свои грехи, а ты готовь острое лезвие,
Offer me my deathless death.
И окуни меня в смерть, в которой нет умирания.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Эта песня о смерти иллюзий, эго и лжи через любовь. Той самой смерти, которая является самым сладострастным возрождением из всех возможных. О свержении социальных ритуалов и провозглашении Любви как единственного Бога на Земле.
My lover's got humour,
У моей любимой отличное чувство юмора,
She's the giggle at a funeral,
Она, как смешок на похоронах —
Knows everybody's disapproval,
Привыкла, что её всегда осуждают.
I should've worshipped her sooner.
Мне нужно было обожествить её раньше.
If the Heavens ever did speak,
Если бы небеса когда-нибудь могли говорить,
She is the last true mouthpiece.
Она стала бы их единственным истинным проводником.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Каждое воскресенье мрачнее предыдущего,
A fresh poison each week.
Каждую неделю свежая порция яда.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
"Мы родились больными", — слышишь ты от них,
My church offers no absolution,
Но моя "церковь" не предлагает отпущения грехов,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
Наоборот, она велит мне: "Молись в спальне";)
The only heaven I'll be sent to
И единственный рай, куда я отправлюсь —
Is when I'm alone with you,
Это рай быть наедине с Тобой,
I was born sick, but I love it,
Да, я родился больным, но мне это нравится,
Command me to be well.
Пожелайте же мне "выздоровления";)
Amen, amen, amen!
Аминь, аминь, аминь!
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в свою церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как пёс, на алтаре твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я открою тебе все свои грехи, а ты готовь острое лезвие,
Offer me my deathless death.
И окуни меня в смерть, в которой нет умирания.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, дай же мне отдать тебе свою жизнь.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
Если я язычник из древности,
My lover's the sunlight.
То моя любимая — Бог солнца.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
А чтобы быть рядом с Богиней,
She demands a sacrifice,
Требуются жертвы:
To drain the whole sea,
Осушить море,
Get something shiny,
Достать что-нибудь сияющее
Something meaty for the main course.
Что-нибудь мясное на "главное блюдо".
That's a fine looking high horse,
О, вот благородная лошадка,
What you got in the stable?
Ну-ка, что у тебя там в стойле?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
Нам нужно утолить голод "верующих",
That looks tasty,
А это выглядит вкусно,
That looks plenty,
Это выглядит богато,
This is hungry work.
Вот такая вот "голодная" работа.
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в свою церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как пёс, на алтаре твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я открою тебе все свои грехи, а ты готовь острое лезвие,
Offer me my deathless death.
И окуни меня в смерть, в которой нет умирания.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, дай же мне отдать тебе свою жизнь.
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
Когда начинается ритуал, не остаётся больше ни королей, ни господ,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
И нет ничего невиннее нашего сладкого греха,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
В этой сцене и сумасшествие, и грязь
Only then I am human,
Но только через это я становлюсь Человеком,
Only then I am clean.
Только так я по-настоящему очищаюсь.
Amen, amen, amen!
Аминь, аминь, аминь!
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в свою церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как пёс, на алтаре твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я открою тебе все свои грехи, а ты готовь острое лезвие,
Offer me my deathless death.
И окуни меня в смерть, в которой нет умирания.
Good God, let me give you my life.
I have one favorite song right now. I felt all the time what she was talking about, but I didn't think about it. And today I read the words and translated for myself ...
This song is about the death of illusions, ego and lies through love. The same death that is the most voluptuous rebirth of all possible. About the overthrow of social rituals and the proclamation of Love as the only God on Earth.
My lover's got humor,
My lover has a great sense of humor
She's the giggle at a funeral,
She is like a laugh at a funeral -
Knows everybody's disapproval,
She got used to being always condemned.
I should've worshiped her sooner.
I should have deified her earlier.
If the Heavens ever did speak,
If heaven could ever speak
She is the last true mouthpiece.
She would become their only true guide.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Every Sunday is darker than the last
A fresh poison each week.
Fresh poison every week.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
"We were born sick," you hear from them,
My church offers no absolution,
But my "church" offers no absolution,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
On the contrary, she tells me: "Pray in the bedroom";)
The only heaven I'll be sent to
And the only paradise where I will go
Is when I'm alone with you,
It is paradise to be alone with You
I was born sick, but I love it,
Yes, I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well.
Wish me "recovery";)
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
Take me to church,
Take me to your church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog on the altar of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will reveal to you all my sins, and you prepare a sharp blade,
Offer me my deathless death.
And plunge me into death in which there is no dying.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me give you my life.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
If I am a heathen from ancient times
My lover's the sunlight.
Then my beloved is the sun god.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
And to be close to the Goddess,
She demands a sacrifice,
Sacrifices Wanted:
To drain the whole sea,
Drain the sea
Get something shiny,
Get something shining
Something meaty for the main course.
Anything meaty for the "main course".
That's a fine looking high horse,
Oh, here is a noble horse,
What you got in the stable?
Well, what's in your stall?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
We need to satisfy the hunger of the "believers"
That looks tasty,
And it looks delicious
That looks plenty,
It looks rich
This is hungry work.
Here is such a "hungry" job.
Take me to church,
Take me to your church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog on the altar of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will reveal to you all my sins, and you prepare a sharp blade,
Offer me my deathless death.
And plunge me into death in which there is no dying.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me give you my life.
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
When the ritual begins, there are no more kings or lords left,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
And there is nothing more innocent than our sweet sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
In this scene, both madness and dirt
Only then I am human,
But only through this do I become a Human,
Only then I am clean.
This is the only way I can truly be cleansed.
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
Take me to church,
Take me to your church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog on the altar of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will reveal to you all my sins, and you prepare a sharp blade,
Offer me my deathless death.
And plunge me into death in which there is no dying.
Good God, let me give you my life.
This song is about the death of illusions, ego and lies through love. The same death that is the most voluptuous rebirth of all possible. About the overthrow of social rituals and the proclamation of Love as the only God on Earth.
My lover's got humor,
My lover has a great sense of humor
She's the giggle at a funeral,
She is like a laugh at a funeral -
Knows everybody's disapproval,
She got used to being always condemned.
I should've worshiped her sooner.
I should have deified her earlier.
If the Heavens ever did speak,
If heaven could ever speak
She is the last true mouthpiece.
She would become their only true guide.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Every Sunday is darker than the last
A fresh poison each week.
Fresh poison every week.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
"We were born sick," you hear from them,
My church offers no absolution,
But my "church" offers no absolution,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
On the contrary, she tells me: "Pray in the bedroom";)
The only heaven I'll be sent to
And the only paradise where I will go
Is when I'm alone with you,
It is paradise to be alone with You
I was born sick, but I love it,
Yes, I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well.
Wish me "recovery";)
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
Take me to church,
Take me to your church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog on the altar of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will reveal to you all my sins, and you prepare a sharp blade,
Offer me my deathless death.
And plunge me into death in which there is no dying.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me give you my life.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
If I am a heathen from ancient times
My lover's the sunlight.
Then my beloved is the sun god.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
And to be close to the Goddess,
She demands a sacrifice,
Sacrifices Wanted:
To drain the whole sea,
Drain the sea
Get something shiny,
Get something shining
Something meaty for the main course.
Anything meaty for the "main course".
That's a fine looking high horse,
Oh, here is a noble horse,
What you got in the stable?
Well, what's in your stall?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
We need to satisfy the hunger of the "believers"
That looks tasty,
And it looks delicious
That looks plenty,
It looks rich
This is hungry work.
Here is such a "hungry" job.
Take me to church,
Take me to your church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog on the altar of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will reveal to you all my sins, and you prepare a sharp blade,
Offer me my deathless death.
And plunge me into death in which there is no dying.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me give you my life.
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
When the ritual begins, there are no more kings or lords left,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
And there is nothing more innocent than our sweet sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
In this scene, both madness and dirt
Only then I am human,
But only through this do I become a Human,
Only then I am clean.
This is the only way I can truly be cleansed.
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
Take me to church,
Take me to your church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve like a dog on the altar of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will reveal to you all my sins, and you prepare a sharp blade,
Offer me my deathless death.
And plunge me into death in which there is no dying.
Good God, let me give you my life.
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