Me
I’m the darkness
I take the people’s lifes away,
I make their ways more short and helpless
Than other short and helpless ways.
I love the insane smell of bloodshed,
Her warmness and her salty taste,
And to compare wine with bloodshed -
Wine will be just a silly waste
I kill for life, I kill to live,
But there is nothing on the planet
Which could have saved me
And made me faithfully believe
In love and other people’s feelings:
I was deprived of them from birth.
I was exiled to bottom of the Universe
To miserable planet Earth
I’m Angel, innocent and charming
And in my beauty I’m the beast,
I’m dangerous for everyone from varmint
And the hooker, to the saint and even to the priest.
In front of God I’m really helpless:
He said to stay – I have to stay.
I make the ways more short and senseless
Than other short and senseless ways.
I bring you love, I make you happy,
I see your thoughts and feelings though
I haven’t ever stole a nappy,
And there is no place to my soul.
And by the way, I don’t desire,
I have no right to wish, to want.
And every minute flying higher
I’ll never get rid of my bond.
I don’t know any people’s feelings:
I was deprived of them from birth.
I was exiled to bottom of the Universe
To miserable planet Earth
I am an Angel or a Devil,
I can’t be sure of myself,
And I will spend my life by rushing
About the Heaven and the Hell
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"I make the ways more short and senseless
Than other short and senseless ways."
Но мне также кажется неудачной вот эта строка:
"And there is no place to my soul."
Разве у души в принципе может быть какое-то место whatsoever?
Индрик Вибандака 25.02.2010 14:50 Заявить о нарушении