Որոշեցի ի մի բերել իմ գործերն այստեղ, քանի որ դրանք իմ երկու արգելափակումների, վերագրանցման, որոշ մարդկանց անիմաստ ու անպատասխանատու մեջբերումների պատճառով այս ֆորումում հայտնվել են լիակատար քաոսի մեջ: Իսկ դրանց նվիրված թեմաները խնդրում եմ ջնջել՝ իրականում այդ թեմաները առանձնապես ոչ մի արժեքավոր դիտողություն չեն պարունակում (»ապրես, լավն էր»-ների պակասով չեմ տառապում):
Իսկ ինչպես անցյալ, այնպես էլ հետագա գործերս կթողնեմ այստեղ:
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Հնություն՝
Tell The Tale
Ցիկլ. չկա
Tell the tale of a smile and the sun,
Would I change with the sun one your smile?
No sun and no moon, you’re the one,
But I failed- and that is my style.
Tell the tale of the man and the snow,
How the snow melts in hands of the man
Like a dream, like a wish, like a love,
When a dream and a love are for fun.
Tell the tale of the wind and the cloud,
How the wind gathers clouds on my head,
How the clouds start a storm, cry so loud,
And in waves you’re the light to direct.
Tell the tale of the head and the heart,
How the head knew that you won’t be mine,
But the heart cut the head all apart,
And my love of my pain is a sign.
Tell the tale of the life and the death,
How my life had no death to defeat,
Giving me pain with each breath
Gave me love for you as bad seed.
Tell the tale of the earth and the sky,
How the sky cried all rains for the earth,
But the earth had no love for the high,
And my dreams do crash down from my birth.
Tell the tale of the pain and the soul,
Now my soul feels nothing but pain,
I can’t see, I can’t hear, I just crawl,
And I feel how I’m going insane.
Tell the tale of the wounds and the cure,
Wounds that no cure can ever heal,
But these wounds will not kill, that’s for sure,
And I think that they’d better kill.
Tell the tale of my bitter tears,
How I can do nothing but cry,
How you left me alone with my fears,
And the only question is “why?”.
Tell the tale of the stars so bright,
How I loved to stare at them,
I’m afraid they crashed down tonight,
And my sky’s now an empty frame.
Tell the tale of the flowers I picked,
All the guilt now I’m punished for,
Now I’m down in the dust, hurt and kicked,
Now I’m much worse than I was before.
Tell the tale how I’m dying alone,
How my blood slowly drips on the floor,
Broken heart, broken mind, broken stone-
Love’s creation is death, nothing more.
Tell the tale of the wrong and the right,
Is it wrong that I love you, my sweet?
Is it right that my heart’s now in blight,
That I drown and desire a breath?
Tell the tale of the touch I won’t have,
Of the kiss, that will never be mine,
Of the love, that was able to save,
But of which you won’t show any sign.
Tell the tale, tell me another one,
I just need to hear your sweet voice,
How the world sometimes crashes down,
How my feelings, my dear, aren’t toys.
Tell the tale of the love and the fate,
How my love in no fate could believe,
Tell the tale how a boy could not hate,
And a girl gave him strength just to live.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Last Flower This Spring
Ցիկլ. չկա
I will always remember that evening-
The twighlight was pale and afraid,
And witnessed that murder the living,
And the sky over my head.
The last day of Spring being eaten
By flames of the summerfull June,
My heart ever longing for winter,
Ever hated that vision of doom.
And I met that small and weak flower,
And started to tear her apart...
But my lust for victims and slaughter
Could not heal the wounds in my heart.
Time passed, and I am still breathing,
My hatered dissolved in the wind...
I will always remember that evening,
Won't forget my last flower this spring.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Գրվել է ի պատասխան Էմիլի Դիկինսոնի "My Letter to the World"-ին:
The Odds
Ցիկլ. չկա
Unbroken dreams.
Unspoilt mind.
Unaching heart
Not torn apart...
Forceless demons
Locked forever,
And no fever from the drug.
Prince from a frog...
The time has stuck
In a happy moment of life...
And you're his wife.
Pictures of this
Are going down.
The golden crown
Falls on the lawn,
The burning dawn
Pictures the blood
Pouring in streams.
Fate, as it seems
Has always aimed
The weak...
Unshared love...
Ungiven kiss...
Paranoid thoughts about this...
A thousand “friends”...
And each pretends
That no one stands
By your own side
As if he mends
Your heartache wounds...
And happy thoughts
Are far away...
No, they won't stay
As happiness
Is not for us...
Oh, never dream,
For every dream
Turns into nightmare in the end...
We'll never stand against a land
So full of Them...
Just two of us,
We are The Odds.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Չընդհատելով հնությունների գիծը՝
Не ее я люблю...
Ցիկլ. չկա
Не ее я люблю,
И она не меня,
Но мы оба не знаем об этом...
Я ей тихо шепчу
Что она не моя,
Просто мы наигрались как дети...
Ветер нежно поет
Про холодную даль,
Я с рассветом как сон улетаю...
Мой беззвучный полет
Серебрится, и жаль,
Что опять я ее забываю.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Nonsense
Ցիկլ. չկա
My heart in flame,
Now I’m so tame,
So weak and hot-
It pains a lot.
You made me high,
You made me fly,
Then took my wings-
Such perfect things.
My heart as glass
You broke- alas,
Your love I need
The way I bleed.
I have no words,
My heart is yours,
Like morning sun
Your smile will shine.
Your eyes I see,
They’re deep as sea,
And drowns my soul-
You’ve got me whole.
My soul in pains,
No blood in veins,
I know I miss
Your perfect kiss.
I have no light,
Your skin so bright,
My feeling’s strong,
This night- too long…
Without your love,
Without your kiss
Nonsense is life,
Nonsense is this.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Հնություններից պրծանք:
Անվերնագիր
Ցիկլ. չկա
(You) I want to love, I want to dream,
I want to find myself again,
(Me) Just close your eyes and give your hand,
There’s nothing left to understand.
(You) My childhood’s memories unfold
And fill my god-forsaken world,
(Me) Just break my heart for one last time,
My inner Venus be undone.
(You) And when my heart can bear no ice,
How can I leave your paradise?
(Me) There is no turning back my love,
From the path we’re walking now.
(You) If all the pleasure turns to pain,
We gave our promises in vain.
(Me) If all your promises were lies,
Then both of us will have to die.
We knew that it was just a dream,
And it would end when darkness dimmed,
Now sleep my darling, close your eyes,
While all the life inside you dies.
We gave our lives for just one kiss,
And now lie in eternal peace,
Behold: the ocean’s left to dive,
And we will feel ourselves alive…
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Морю Моей Горечи
Ցիկլ. չկա
Ты лунным серебром раскрашена, как сон,
Как бледный призрак, что вот-вот исчезнет,
Пальцем прикоснувшись к кареглазой бездне
Моих печальных сказок.
А между нами только цепь развязок и разлук,
Что словно пальцы твоих белых рук скользят по водной глади...
Как ты прекрасна в этом горьком листопаде,
И как же он тебе идет, мой ангел...
Лишь ты одна сегодня не бросаешь тени.
Тобой горит зола моих слепых мгновений
И неуслышанных молитв осенних листьев...
Ты не тоскуй о друге-металлисте...
Я украшал тебя умершими цветами.
Укрась и ты меня в моей последней ложе!
Ведь между этими бумажными листами
Нас разлучить уже никто не сможет.
Ծանոթագրություն. Մարիամ անունը եբրայերենից թարգմանելիս ստացվում է՝ Դառնության Ծով:
Վերջին խմբագրող՝ Rhayader: 22.12.2008, 09:55:
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
November Apathy
Ցիկլ. Breathe
I smell rain in the air…
I taste you in the rain…
My heart is too late or the late.
And I had to faint
Not to give you a sign
Of life or of light?
Maybe both
Got lost in your underwear.
Even now I do not care…
Naked like love, lovely like hatred,
My sweet autumn nightmare.
Beware, winter comes to share me with pain,
Whatever she does is in vain-
I gave up my hopes again.
Brighter than darkness, softer than stone,
I took my loneliness on.
I am numb and you are gone.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
We Break
Ցիկլ. Breathe
Tears of sorrow you spill
And they run down your cheek
As you break.
All the sweetness of lips
Turns to bitter and salt.
It’s my fault…
“My will turned out to be your end.
Why did you trust me?”
…
Tears of sorrow you spill,
They are burning your neck.
My mistake…
And I break…
“My will turned out to be your end.
Why did you trust me?
Faith, lie still beneath a stone of tomb…
How could we fake?”
For heaven’s sake
We dream awake…
We break…
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Misery
Ցիկլ. Breathe
Three months of rain washed her feelings away,
Leaving no colors and hope.
She was left sharing bed with another gray day
And still the pain would not stop.
Again the word “home” was only a home
And again the words made no sense…
Stepping over the edge of a sword
She danced her lonely dance.
Bittersweet tears, misery tears,
Tears feeding salt to her wounds,
Silently fall, and no one hears
How one more life was doomed.
Bittersweet tears, misery tears,
Feelings she tries to disguise…
Bittersweet tears, misery tears,
Slowly turn to ice.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Nevermore
Ցիկլ. Breathe
I made it wrong, I broke it hard,
I listened to my reckless heart,
Despaired by loss- I lost despair.
How could I dare… In emptiness
I slaughter promises we made,
I trade myself for trading lights
Of one more dull and sleepy night.
I’m followed by your butterflies,
Your butterflies fly on my guilt.
You see me bare, and I am filth,
But blind to this- you make me feel
That there is more to life than it.
Enjoying my complete defeat
I’m waiting for a final call,
Blood-thirsty monsters- iron cars
Will smash my pride upon the wall,
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Смерть птицы
Ցիկլ. Чернь
Вот птица, что сгинет в глубокой пучине
Моих монологов с тобой.
Последними взмахами крыльев легкую
Пену страстей унесет с собой в Ад,
Оставив лишь голую правду.
Холодную правду. О лжи.
А может и не было нас?
Быть может нас кто-то придумал
Безумным порывом души?
Вложил в нас частичку себя,
Частичку... Несчастную очень,
И ждет, пока захотим мы
Топиться в каплях дождя?
Капает дождь на наш город,
Свинцовый наш город, что... умер,
И давит на наши могилы.
И ноют дома там уныло,
Как зубы стен крепостных...
Любовь, подкравшись к камину,
В сердца нам кидала угли,
И мы, увлеченные болью,
Свою птицу спасти не смогли.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Висельник
Ցիկլ. Чернь
Тело безжизненно тонет.
Стул опрокинут случайно,
И шея ломается с треском
Об вечер после свиданья.
Тело безжизненно тонет
На дно неба ночного.
Не удержать и веревке,
Что рвется с хрустом суровым,
И нет уже остановки
Поезду, что по туннелям
Уносит твой яркий свет.
И станешь ты лебедем белым,
В последний раз ты споешь,
Про то, как тебе одиноко
С тех пор, как ты снова умер.
Прищуришь глаза близоруко...
И тупо моргнут фонари
Своим безрадостным светом...
А тело безжизненно тонет,
Вливаясь кровавым рассветом.
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
Некролог самоубийце
Ցիկլ. Чернь
Там, где завяли сердечные шрамы,
Где одиночество волосы рвет,
На витражах руин его храма
Мертвая роза над телом цветет.
А кровь черна, как чернила с могилы...
Он и при жизни был мертвым тобой.
«Удушен вуалью твоей темно-синей,
Зря не тревожь его грустный покой...»
"Sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lords and saviors the Daleks?"
Voice of the Nightingale - իմ բլոգը
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