Песня стихи на английском
Обновлено: 04.11.2024
He gave me mind to meditate,
I love the sense of inspiration,
When I am alone or feeling sad,
I know that I have destination.
the music stops and they circle me outright
the spotlight spots me sitting with stranded sight
the microphone goes down it falls to the ground
and the people stop breathing to hear me speak
so when i die
i want them cry
i want them sing my song
the most stupid one
and say it was my best
and say i loved it most
i want them sing and dance
pretend
i want my girlfriend be
sleeping with my ghost
when i die
i want them cry
i want them sing my song
the most stupid one
and say it was my best
and say i loved it most
i want them sing and dance
pretend
i want my girlfriend be
sleeping with my ghost
I am the monk of my own religion
that has no numbers and no names
Incorporating style and torture.
Decay.
The priest of hatred behind the curtains,
game never as hard to beat
Partaking loss. Interchganging for an
ultimate self-defeat
I bleed my fun out of strangers
open doors to the closed hearts
local stars in recycled stardom
I pass.
Interwining wires and sound
and flesh and bones and time and space
I guess I think I wished myself
Away.
I know the coming spring
Will wash away
This fragile harmony
The sunlight, the warmth, the waters
Overflowing the banks
Flooding me with emotions
Hormones making me exceedingly sensitive
Here is my end-of-February song
Let me sing of the day
The last of this February
Can there be anything as grand as it?
Okay, here is one of my old pieces.
"To your name on my tongue"
Time after time it comes rolling, your name,
Full of ineffable sweetness,
Sorrow and joy, and possession, and blame
Leaving me thouroughly sleepless.
Mantled with drizzle, or veiled with a whirl of snowflakes,
Wrapped in St Petersburg’s silkiest breeze I may be;
Whether at sunset or sunrise, no matter it makes,
Blessed and welcome, the day of your advent I’ll see.
Lilac in blossom will mingle its smell with the breath
Rising above the spring Neva on that precious day,
Or, if the river is ice-paved and frozen to death,
Still I won’t miss those two glittering eyes on my way.
Shadows will linger, and on will the evening lights stay;
Slowly and stealthily, sunlight will have us apart;
Half-finished talk at the airport café that day,
Rainy and chilly, the day you’ll be leaving, my heart.
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