13. 04. песни на английском языке
“13.04.”
(the 4th album)
01. Lonely Path / Of Divine Coincidences /
02. White / As You Like Me /
03. Mortido In Libido
04. Haunter
05. Migraine
06. Blood
07. Dress Me In Your Clothes
08. Bathe
09. I’m Stable
10. Twilights / Will Follow Us /
Bonus track: Slip Away
Released: 4/2003
LONELY PATH
my pillow suffocates me
my blanket wants to see me die
walls of my bedroom
my used-up headphones
have so much to hide
currant yellow madness
is hanging in the twilight air
it’s almost full moon
I’m almost schizo
I have so much to fear
I make the beauty
the sweetest delusion
I make such things
I’ll never hold in my arms
my cry is voiceless
my acts are stupid
I am the slave
to some strange charms
break me, syncopate
I’m a lovely psychopath
walking on my lonely path
of divine coincidences
WHITE/AS YOU LIKE ME
(hey, filthy lily kiddy
please, don’t move
I don’t want to make you bleed
to make you black-and-blue
I want to make you bright
to make you light
to make you white
to tranquillize you)
my white lead princess
I’ve got your message
changes are in process
canceling my rampage
so I will be bright
I will be light
I will be white
as you like me
my white meat princess
I’ve got your kisses
I’m making progress
playing with scissors
my white-hot princess
drifting in my vessels
with thousand faces
in your crystal castle
to make me bright…
MORTIDO IN LIBIDO
you love me for I’m ugly [for I am]
it is the best relation
no humiliation
no consolation
mortido in libido
open the window
let the bats
tear me to pieces
with thousand claws
I’ll be a little colder
then I used to be
it’s O.K. I know
you’ll love me
anyway
to and fro an open sore
I’ve been poisoned to the core
give in to this flaw
and still want more
mortido in libido
open the door
let the rats
bite me [torment]
with thousand fangs
I’ll be a little paler
then I used to be
it’s O.K. I know
you’ll love me
anyway
HAUNTER
you’re gentle as razor
you’re smell benzole
tender as melting snow
‘cause you have no soul no gender
you’re not even just an image
but a haunter in the corner
you’re lighting candles
on the verge of despair
must be handle with care
I’m not crazy
and not a boy
[and not cozy]
these two things I feel really sorry
can I bring you
some coffee
and cigarettes
and feel no regrets
you’re not even just an image
but a haunter in the corner
standing behind my shoulders
where’s the verge of despair
must be handle with care
can I bring you
some coffee
and cigarettes
and feel no regrets
no interruption
do your destruction
MIGRAIN
it leaves me wide-eyed
it makes me harder
my shaky upright
my fickle partner
my old familiar
who feeds all my sins
my sick interior
and shield of cynicism
inside I’m tender
but no one be here
and no one see it
inside my temple
it’s migraine migraine migraine migraine
mig… now
sex doesn’t matter
because of weather
I see heavy clouds in your eyes
time passes me, and I,
I lose my temper
it’s migraine migraine mig…
BLOOD
I want my spring here
my lilacs, daffodils and violets
my headphones…why…
why they are so silent?
(it causes blood but…why…)
why do you think I’m violent,
(and after all I’ve done) why
this air, this suffocating twilights
always bemuse and leave me wide eyed
my love smells sweet
my love runs riot
my blood leaves me
desperately
my blood leaves me
absolutely
(it goes where)
March pours black water
into the rivers of my madness
and the lakes of loneliness
(it’s always painless)
you’re not real I know it’s not me
I’m not here
it’s not me
my soul sleeps in
my sleepy (slipping) artery
look aside
you’ll see
my leucocytes
and red cells…(it’s my) my blood
DRESS ME IN YOUR CLOTHES
dress me in your clothes
take me in your clutches
I’m so cold and dirty
oooh, so desperately
hate me while I’m lying
I will rise and kill you like you
used to kill me
dress me in your clothes
wash me with your tears
cry me a river I can
drown finally
my blood leaves me
desperately [absolutely]
see your [my] hands around my [your] waist
brand-new scars around your [my] wrist
mourning dawning aftertaste [interface]
despair despise detest my frailty
[my frail debris]
no sun, no birds, no trees
none of insects crawling
it is my mourning dawning
flowering and flowing
dress me in your clothes
let me keep your smell in me
nightly
permanently
dirty pretty sticky little piggy
feel it feel it feed it feed it
BATHE
loneliness breaks bones
then treads on this crumbles… and
the Sun crumbles
and lies down
in the soft grass
I lock myself in the bathroom
build here my microcosm
I take my tape-recorder with me
so you can murder me
with your voice
tell me please,
could water fill a void?
could water fill a void?
could water fill a void?
(now my soul will take a little bathe)
sordid soul
sordid soul
sordid soul’s soundtrack
ain’t gonna place it on the rack
I gonna place it in the liquid
now my soul will take a little bathe
wash out all the shit
wash out all the dirt
wash out all the sin
(and make me clean)
you make me feel such a fool
make me feel female
I hate you for what I feel
I hate you for what I feel
I hate you for what I feel!!!
I’M STABLE
I’m neutral
I’m neuter
…mutated
I’m constant
I’m stable
as mental
I’m verbal
I’m herbal
I’m vent-hole
of hatred
have basement
bad habits
I’m formed
I am cornered
and stoned
I’m concrete
I’m marble
got stunt so
I stumble
I’m stable
as autumn
I’m common
I’m clear
I go down
the bottom
I go down
the bottom
to look
for you here
TWILIGHTS/WILL FOLLOW US
twilights will give us peace
twilights will give us earth
twilights will follow us
on our lonely path
on our lonely path
on our only path
twilights will show us stars
and we will take on trust
all of their vague forecasts
on your lonely path
walking broken
on our only path
walking we’re token
on our only path
SLIP AWAY
(Mummii Troll cover-version)
slip away
there’s a maniac waiting for us
wants to put us on a hook
all the beauties had already lost their charms
cars driven park, gangsters driven back
here we stay, he’ll place us on a rack
just a pair of common young boys
slip away
he will cut you in parts
oooh, it’s beyond his control
his hand below his hip he’s got cock hard
watching us through a keyhole
here we are to suffer torments
just a pair of common young boys
slip away
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