In the morning mist by the waning moon
through the woods she set on foot
With a sacred blade cut the berries down
Dug up the dreaded mandrake root
Chorus:
Tread my path to summer's end
This bequest I leave you she says
You will see what could be evergreen
Turn to copper and fade to gray
By the standing stones
Atropine eyes smiled at me
Sitting in a sluggish vertigo
Sands of time form another dream
No love without sacrifice
No lige springs without decay
The final kiss is a wormy one
In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay
Ода Смерти
Сквозь лес, сквозь утренний туман, влекомая
луны ущербной силою, нагая и босая,
она идет навстречу мне — покорному —
мечом священным корни мандрагоры разрубая,
минуя камни вековечные. С улыбкою
и пониманья взглядом мягким на меня взирая,
сокрытые в песках мечтанья зыбкого,
она откроет мне все существующие тайны,
раскроет мне глаза на миражи пустынные,
расскажет, что цена любой любви — одно распятие,
что можно только пробежать по полю минному
с условием, что в жизни больше нечего терять мне.
А после я возлягу с ней на ложе брачное,
устами слившись в долгом поцелуе, предвещающем
конец. Ведь каждому уже свидание назначено
со Смертью там, где лето наших судеб завершается.
Summer s end by amorphis
© Copyright: Андрей Харчевников, 2005
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Слушай, а можешь перевести этот текст? Это песня My Dying Bride. Если да, то заранее тебе спасибо.
6. The Blue Lotus.
Under the darkened. Ancient oak
Gentle in the night breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Trough jades leaves, bush and scrub
I spy my journeys end
Black it looms, silent gloom
The castle called Avend
On I trot, past forest eyes
Past horrors of the night
Through the dark. I see a sign
A gently glowing light.
Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
Towards the golden window
My heart pounds and my breath is rushed
As I fight both brick and branch
The ledge is mine and over I sweep
Silent like the falling snow
Quiet, I slip across the polished floow
Tonight, I will dine with chance.
The Blue Lotus, a legend. I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men’s hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
So there she lay, sleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single candle that showed me the way
Through forest, river and hills
Glows upon that lovely skin
Shadows dancing around the walls.
Closer I creep, toward my prize
The Blue Lotus lies before me
Her lips are full, red as blood
Moist as they invite me
Stoop I did to kiss those lips
In that glowing room
When suddenly, she did awake.
Her eyes filled with doom
From silks, her hands were round my neck
Escape there was no hope
A brief flash of teeth is all that I saw
And gone was my throat
Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
Red was all I saw
She drank her fill and watched me fall
Gently to the floor
A league away my death is found
By locals who tend this land
Who lay me down in shallow earth?
A single Lotus placed in my hand.
Сигурд Исбьёрн 09.12.2005 02:11 • Заявить о нарушении
6. The Blue Lotus.
Under the darkened. Ancient oak
Gentle in the night breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Trough jades leaves, bush and scrub
I spy my journeys end
Black it looms, silent gloom
The castle called Avend
On I trot, past forest eyes
Past horrors of the night
Through the dark. I see a sign
A gently glowing light.
Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
Towards the golden window
My heart pounds and my breath is rushed
As I fight both brick and branch
The ledge is mine and over I sweep
Silent like the falling snow
Quiet, I slip across the polished floow
Tonight, I will dine with chance.
The Blue Lotus, a legend. I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men’s hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
So there she lay, sleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single candle that showed me the way
Through forest, river and hills
Glows upon that lovely skin
Shadows dancing around the walls.
Closer I creep, toward my prize
The Blue Lotus lies before me
Her lips are full, red as blood
Moist as they invite me
Stoop I did to kiss those lips
In that glowing room
When suddenly, she did awake.
Her eyes filled with doom
From silks, her hands were round my neck
Escape there was no hope
A brief flash of teeth is all that I saw
And gone was my throat
Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
Red was all I saw
She drank her fill and watched me fall
Gently to the floor
A league away my death is found
By locals who tend this land
Who lay me down in shallow earth?
A single Lotus placed in my hand.
Сигурд Исбьёрн 09.12.2005 02:11 • Заявить о нарушении
попробую - отчего бы нет.
а это чья песня - Crematory или Tiamat?
Андрей Харчевников 09.12.2005 02:19 Заявить о нарушении
а это чья песня - Crematory или Tiamat?
Андрей Харчевников 09.12.2005 02:19 Заявить о нарушении
че-т ступил, это же My Dying Bride!!!
блин, ночь и беспробудный тупняк :))))
Андрей Харчевников 09.12.2005 02:22 Заявить о нарушении
блин, ночь и беспробудный тупняк :))))
Андрей Харчевников 09.12.2005 02:22 Заявить о нарушении
Это опять Сигурд тебя беспокоит.
Так что там с переводом песни? Как дела?
Сигурд Исбьёрн 10.01.2006 00:50 Заявить о нарушении
Так что там с переводом песни? Как дела?
Сигурд Исбьёрн 10.01.2006 00:50 Заявить о нарушении