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#91 Arienh

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Отправлено: 08 Апрель 2005 - 16:10:34

Cartouche (Blackmore's Night)

If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...

In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...

Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...

Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing

Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...

Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...



Banba Oir (Clannad)с гэльского

Both two hands
Of noble people
Write the ogham
In Golden Ireland

In young company
Noble of nature
Desire of music
In Golden Ireland

Ring forts of rock
The magic of the druids
Tombs of kings
In Golden Ireland

Holy clochan
Churchyards and castles
Sound of the secret language
In Golden Ireland.

Vagabond, респект за Элвиса =)

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Отправлено: 08 Апрель 2005 - 17:24:44

"Don't cry" / GUNS'N'ROSES

Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been here before
Somethin's changin' inside you
And don't you know

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you
Tell me goodbye.
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinking of you
And the times we had... baby

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
How I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby

And don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight.

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Отправлено: 08 Апрель 2005 - 18:23:37

Я полдня сидя на окне ухожу в астрал под новоприобретенные ирландские баллады
а коль скоро нашла тексты, поделюсь грустной песенкой:

There Were Roses

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends of mine

Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

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Отправлено: 08 Апрель 2005 - 19:26:16

Это саундрек к фильму "На игле"

Underworld - Born Slippy

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a-lipstick boy
She was a-beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had hands girls boy
And steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you boy
And you just groan boy
She said come over come over
She smiled at you boy
(repeat)

Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde boy
High density random
blonde boy
Blonde country
Blonde high density
You are my drug boy
You're real boy
Dog dirty dumb cracking boy
You're getting wet boy
Big big time boy
Acid bears boy
Babes and babes
And babes and babes
and babes
And remembering nothing boy
Do you like my tin horn boy
It gets wet like at Angel
derailed

You got a velvet mouth
You're so succelent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot time
On your telephone line
And God and everything
On your telephone
And in walks an angel

Look at me mum
Squatting pissed in the tube hole
At Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of the Ship
Talking to the most blonde
I ever met
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager
Shouting mega mega
White thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do
in the tube hole
The blonde going back
to Romford
Mega mega mega going back
to Romford
Hi mum are you having fun
On your way

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Отправлено: 09 Апрель 2005 - 21:27:10

"Die Die My Darling'' / Metallica
(Originally recorded by The Misfits)

Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty eyes
I'll be seeing you again
Yeah, I'll be seeing you, in hell

So don't cry to me oh baby
Your future's in an oblong box
Don't cry to me oh baby
You should have seen it a-coming on
Don't cry to me oh baby
I don't know it was in your card
Don't cry to me oh baby
Dead-end soul for a dead-end girl
Don't cry to me oh baby
And now your life drains on the floor
Don't cry to me oh baby

Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth
I'll be seeing you again, yeah-yeah
I'll be seeing you, in hell

Don't cry to me oh baby
Your future's in an oblong box
Don't cry to me oh baby
You should have seen it a-coming on
Don't cry to me oh baby
I don't know it was in your card
Don't cry to me oh baby
Dead-end soul for a dead-end girl
Don't cry to me oh baby
And now your life drains on the floor
Don't cry to me oh baby

Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Shut your pretty mouth
I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you, in hell
Die-die-die
Die-die-die
Die-die-die

Die

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Отправлено: 10 Апрель 2005 - 11:35:38

Rime of the Ancient Mariner / IRON MAIDEN


Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the Sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.

"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."

There, calls the mariner
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.

See... onward she comes
Onwards she nears, out of the sun
See... she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she Life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then ... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
With heavy tramp, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the Sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans od the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.

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Отправлено: 10 Апрель 2005 - 11:51:01

THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST / IRON MAIDEN

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea,
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six."
Revelations ch. xiii b. 18.

I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to get the memories from my mind
What did I see could I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cause in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair

The night was black was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or some kind of hell

Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done

Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes

Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
Six, six, six the one for you and me

I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire, I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course

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Отправлено: 11 Апрель 2005 - 16:09:37

Такие веселые, в общем-то, песни навевают ко всему прочему эдакую специальную тоску..

Renaissance Faire (Blackmore's Night)
I was told once, by a friend of mine,
She had seen an olden sign,
She said she was not from this time,
And did I feel the same?
So I told her, "Yes", I knew her fear
As I felt the truth draw near
Told her back three hundred years,
Was the time that I held dear...
Gather ye lords and ladies fair,
Come with me to the Renaissance Faire
Hurry now,
We're almost there...
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la,la, la, la...
Through the shroud of mystery,
Turn a page of history,
Feeling more than you can see,
Down at the Renaissance Faire.
Hear the minstrels play their tunes,
They will play the whole night through,
Special songs for me and you,
And anyone whose heart is true...
There's too many stars for one sky to hold,
Some will fall, others are sold,
As the fields turn to gold
Down at the Renaissance Faire...

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Отправлено: 12 Апрель 2005 - 13:41:57

Да уж, какие-то невесенние песни, вот например эта выбранная из-за названия и первых четырех строчек. (Рамштейн мне тоже нравится, но я как-то никогда не интересовался тем о чем собственно они поют)


Face In The Sand / IRON MAIDEN


Everyone's waiting for something to happen
Everybody's waiting for something to see
Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters
Everyone's waiting for news on TV

Winding lives at the end of the spiral
Waiting dictators with their next big thrill
Everyone's looking but no one is listening
Everybody wants to be in at the kill

I wait for the signs, they tell me true
I see the signs of the end time

Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing
Everyone's looking for the reason why
Everyone's hoping for life everafter
Everyone's looking at death from the sky

Everyone's nightmares are going to happen
Everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes
Everyone's praying but no one's believing
Everyone's heroes tell everyone's lies

I wait for the signs, they tell me true
I see the signs of the end

So I watch and I wait and I pray for an answer
An end to the strife and the world's misery
But the end never came and we're digging the graves
And we're loading the guns for the kill

Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
So I watch and I wait and I pray for an answer
An end to the strife and the world's misery
But the end never came and we're digging the graves
And we're loading the guns for the kill

Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy

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Отправлено: 20 Апрель 2005 - 10:23:50

Ария

Паранойя

Я работал как волк, но не выл на Луну
Каждый день я привык уходить на войну -
Здесь воюют всегда
За кресты, за звезды и за воздух
В этой пьяной стране есть для каждого кнут
Здесь поют о душе и в нее же плюют
Как назло, как назло, как назло
Я понял слишком поздно

Эта жизнь не для белых
Эта жизнь не для черных, нет
Эта жизнь без надежды на просвет!

Где-то любовь светла
Где-то вода чиста
И не стучится в дверь беда
Где-то покой и свет
Но только нас там нет
Нам не бывать там никогда

У подруги моей тоже собственный ад
Но там нет ничего: ни чертей, ни огня
Только страх темноты
И случайной встречи с незнакомцем
Он высок, он жесток, он полночный маньяк
У него сто имен на газетных листах
Он везде, он везде, он везде
Как только сядет солнце

Я вчера видел крыс - завтра грянет чума
И пойдет пировать, поджигая дома
Всем раздаст по кресту
И на Страшный Суд отправит строем
А сегодня все пьют, чтоб не выть на Луну
Пир во время чумы, кто есть кто не пойму
Я бегу чтобы жить,
А вокруг ликует паранойя

Путь наверх

Ты брошен вниз силой судьбы
Ты унижен и раздавлен.
Время забыть то, кем ты был,
Но помнить, кем ты стал...
Брошен на дно, где все равно
За что тебя любила слава
Подлость огнем ставит клеймо
Душа твоя пуста...
Люди на дне рыщут во тьме
Они готовы жрать друг друга
Лишь бы продлить дикую жизнь
Урвать себе кусок
Свой среди них - жалких и злых
Ты в той же стае мчишь по кругу
С ними ползешь закону под нож
Как раб, а не пророк

О если слушать только тишину
Ни ложь ни лесть ни полдень и не тьму
Под солнцем снегом тая,
Любить измен не зная
Ты умер бы от злой тоски

Эй жители неба! кто на дне еще не был
Не пройдя преисподней вам не выстроить рай!
Эй жители дна! гром смеется над вами
Чтоб быть с ним на равных
Есть один путь - наверх!
Есть один путь - наверх

Но яркий луч вспыхнет в мозгу
И покорность выбьет клином
Прошлые дни в душе оживут
Свершая новый грех
Кровь на руках кровь на камнях
По телам и жалким спинам
Тех, кто готов подохнуть в гробах
Ты рвешься вновь наверх

О если слушать только тишину
Ни ложь ни лесть ни полдень и не тьму
Под солнцем снегом тая,
Любить измен не зная
Ты умер бы от злой тоски

Эй жители неба! кто на дне еще не был
Не пройдя преисподней вам не выстроить рай!
Эй жители дна! гром смеется над вами
Чтоб быть с ним на равных
Есть один путь - наверх!
Есть один путь - наверх


А можно песню на английском, но с ненормативной лексикой поместить? :D

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Отправлено: 20 Апрель 2005 - 16:32:52

Ребят мож кто найдет текст песни (от перевода тож не откажусь :lol: ) Ma Philisophie Amel Bent в Рамлере запросила там нет :D в Яху тоже. Я вот думаю мож кто знает сайтик хороший с тектами песен который часто обновляется

Лишь холод согреет меня, лишь тьма осветит мне путь и лишь смерть подарит мне жизнь... вновь
~.~.~


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Отправлено: 20 Апрель 2005 - 16:40:19

Miss-Djein, оно?
Je n'ai qu'une philosophie
Être acceptée comme je suis
Malgré tout ce qu'on me dit
Je reste le poing levé
Pour le meilleur comme le pire
Je suis métisse mais pas martyre
J'avance le coeur léger
Mais toujours le poing levé

Lever la tête, bomber le torse
Sans cesse redoubler d'efforts
La vie ne m'en laisse pas le choix
Je suis l'as mais pas le roi
Malgré nos peines, nos différences
Et toutes ces injures incessantes
Moi je lèverai le poing
Encore plus haut, encore plus loin

{Refrain:}
Viser la Lune
Ça me fait pas peur
Même à l'usure
J'y crois encore et en coeur
Des sacrifices
S'il le faut j'en ferai
J'en ai déjà fait
Mais toujours le poing levé

Je ne suis pas comme toutes ces filles
Qu'on dévisage, qu'on déshabille
Moi j'ai des formes et des rondeurs
Ça sert à réchauffer les coeurs
Fille d'un quartier populaire
Qui a appris à etre fiere
Bien plus d'amour que de misère
Bien plus de coeur que de pierre

Je n'ai qu'une philosophie
Être acceptée comme je suis
Avec la force et le sourire
Le poing levé vers l'avenir
Lever la tête, bomber le torse
Sans cesse redoubler d'efforts
La vie ne m'en laisse pas le choix
Je suis l'as mais pas le roi

{au Refrain, x3}


я франсэ не парле, поэтому сомневаюсь. Это та песенка, что сейчас везде крутят?

взяла тут

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Отправлено: 20 Апрель 2005 - 16:53:46

Недавно, благодаря Prince of Percia подсела на Godsmack, вот песня, использовавшаяся как саундтрек к игре:

I STAND ALONE

Now I've told you this once before
You can't control me
If you try to take me down you're gonna break
Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me
I'm picking you out of me
you run away
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
You're always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don't think that we can see your face
Resurrected back before the final fallen
now they've arrest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone
Feeling your sting down inside of me
I'm not dying for it
I stand alone
Everything that I believe is fading
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
And now its my time (now its my time)
It's my time to dream (my time to dream)
Dream of the sky (dream of the sky)
Make me believe that this place is inplagued
By the poison in me
Help me decide if my fire will burn out
Before you can breathe
Breathe into me
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
Feeling your sting down inside of me
I'm not dying for it
I stand alone
Everything that I believe is fading
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
Inside

Не Металлика, конечно, под которую они пытаются косить, но неплохо. И главное - в тему моей жизни.
неверно думать о каннибализме как о деградации личности

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Отправлено: 20 Апрель 2005 - 16:56:17

Вообще, я заметила, что при определенных обстоятельствах почти любая тема ложится очень в тему. Это навроде как у Лукьяненко в Дозорах, помните? Он идет думает, а в плеере Нау озвучивает его мысли.

Расскажите, а у вас такое было?
неверно думать о каннибализме как о деградации личности

#105 Arienh

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Отправлено: 20 Апрель 2005 - 17:23:11

again спешл фор Miss-Djein:

вот здесь есть перевод, сделанный на машинном переводчике. Я попробовала привести хоть чуть-чуть в божеский вид, вот что получилось..
Если есть люди, знающие французский - поможите, чем можите :P

Моя философия заключается в том, чтобы быть самой собой.
Несмотря ни на что (пусть говорят!),
Я всегда поднятый кулак
Я готовлюсь к худшему.
Я - метиска но не мученица,
Я заставляю сердце биться (??)
Но я всегда поднятый кулак
Поднимать голову, выпячивать грудь
Безостановочно удваивать усилия,
жизнь мне не предоставляет право выбора
Я живу(??), но не правлю
Мальгре (??) наши огорчения, наши разногласия
И все эти непрерывные оскорбления
Я подниму кулак еще выше, еще дальше.
{Припев:}
Целиться в Луну
Это не страх (??)
Я верю сердцу (??)
Если от меня требуется жертва,
Я принесу ее
Она нужна и я это сделаю,
Я это уже сделала
Но никогда не опущу кулак (??)
Я не как все эти девушки,
Которых рассматриваем,
Которых раздеваем
У меня есть формы и округлости
Это распаляет сердца,
Лучшая девушка квартала,
Которая доверяет
Намного больше любви, чем нищете
Намного больше сердцу, чем камню
У меня только моя философия - оставаться собой
С силой и улыбкой, но я все равно кулак,
Поднятый, готовящийся к будущему
Поднимать голову, подниматься
Безостановочно удваивать усилия,
Жизнь мне не предоставляет право выбора
Я живу, но не правлю


Teanur, ага. Только не знаю даже, где здесь причина, а где следствие: музыка ли создает настроение или под настроение выбирается музыка =)

Отредактировано: Arienh, 20 Апрель 2005 - 17:24:31






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