Pojídali se citrónové, na počest Sansy, ale zezelenali plísní. To je taky houba, tak třeba kromě bolestí brucha vede i k blouznění ala lysohlávkový mejdan. :-D
Prosím, ať mi Krisa odpustí, ale myslím, že tyhle moje pokusy by překlad jen zhoršil.
ANOTHER RIDE
Just a little bit of lies, just a little bit of charm, to get what I want. I really mean no harm, just try to gain what I need and should've earned before.
I know I sink into marsh, of spinning words and adrenaline rush. I sold my honor, put trust on stake, to steal long wasted time, to cover up my faults, to appear likable, to avoid deathly strikes, to feel I've got some power of mine. I do not feel remorse anymore, until I look into your pained eyes and I'd be rather for well deserved wrath, instead of your grief and bleeding, yet opening up heart.
I feel I should leave you alone, for I can't make up for this slight. Only time soothes your aching, closes that gap between us. But then I cut you again with my shameless dirty lies. Straight face, boiling blood, acting is quite a fun, success a boost for my pride. Just don't get caught! Just don't get caught!
I'd bid you farewell, say: "Get away, save yourself. There's no helping me.", but that roller-coaster without end takes me for another ride. And though I know I may crush down hard, a chance of flying seems worthy enough to try (and quite often actually is) and so I play, I play high again,
again, again, again...
...just a little bit of lies, just a little bit of charm, to get what I want. I really mean no harm, just try to gain what I need and should've earned before.
CLOCKWORK OF MY SELF
Behind crystal mind resides empty heart a vast frozen realm dry whispers within.
I look onto world, as it boils around, passion without reason, generous in its burst. And this perplexing irrationality, so often misplaced effort, though silly and ignorant from my point of view, attracts me beyond doubt.
I claim to be curious, opportunistic in assimilation. But as I walk among them, cold pretense of sincere agitation, I devour every tingling glimpse like bottomless black hole.
I don't love nor hate, there is no honest care. Just knowing without understanding. I drink from this well to escape numbing mildness.
Now I know I am starved, for what I contempt. I've got precise clarity, sense for efficiency and mimicry, purposeless, collapsing in its hollowness, this clockwork of my self. I'll disintegrate once and I fear it not, the only sensation unsustainable hunger.
IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE
Do not leave me in dark, silence deafening. Please, give me at least spark to keep secure things.
Do not leave me alone in this empty cell (for I won't be). Leave here at least guards, so terror stays at bay.
I'm not afraid of shadows, but what lurks in.
Swarming darkness, familiar steps, echo without former sound, a movement in the corner of my eye. I shudder at crawling touch on my skin, when no one is near.
Second thoughts, a contradiction, foul urges beneath allowed feelings, a voice I know too well and alone only hear.
Bars of cage are quickly breaking, a gleeful laugh at my anguished shriek. I'm gripped in choking embrace. I push outward, the other inward. Or is it other way?
Web of cracks appears in mirror, on floor lie splinters of mask. Who was the one wearing it? Consumed by whirlwind maddening I beg you last time for ray merciful to find strength and regain dominance, because you wish even less than I to see taking over the other - the other me.
BETWEEN SKY AND PITS
Nothing is set in stone and I dream of blood. No more do I have home, just places, where I lied for a while.
Wandering between sky and pits I stammer looking for an aim. But do I have any arrows? Do I have any bow? Few rocks in pocket would do, tough I would whine about getting stuck low.
Blind, with nothing to contribute, barren, that's my fear. And so I stammer between sky and pits, seeking an inspiring thrill.
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ANOTHER RIDE
Just a little bit of lies,
just a little bit of charm,
to get what I want.
I really mean no harm,
just try to gain what I
need and should've earned before.
I know I sink into marsh,
of spinning words and adrenaline rush.
I sold my honor, put trust on stake,
to steal long wasted time,
to cover up my faults,
to appear likable,
to avoid deathly strikes,
to feel I've got some power of mine.
I do not feel remorse anymore,
until I look into your pained eyes
and I'd be rather for well deserved wrath,
instead of your grief and bleeding, yet opening up heart.
I feel I should leave you alone,
for I can't make up for this slight.
Only time soothes your aching, closes that gap between us.
But then I cut you again with my shameless dirty lies.
Straight face,
boiling blood,
acting is quite a fun,
success a boost for my pride.
Just don't get caught!
Just don't get caught!
I'd bid you farewell, say:
"Get away, save yourself. There's no helping me.",
but that roller-coaster without end takes me
for another ride.
And though I know I may crush down hard,
a chance of flying seems worthy enough to try
(and quite often actually is)
and so I play, I play high again,
again, again, again...
...just a little bit of lies,
just a little bit of charm,
to get what I want.
I really mean no harm,
just try to gain what I
need and should've earned before.
CLOCKWORK OF MY SELF
Behind crystal mind
resides empty heart
a vast frozen realm
dry whispers within.
I look onto world,
as it boils around,
passion without reason,
generous in its burst.
And this perplexing irrationality,
so often misplaced effort,
though silly and ignorant from my point of view,
attracts me beyond doubt.
I claim to be curious,
opportunistic in assimilation.
But as I walk among them,
cold pretense of sincere agitation,
I devour every tingling glimpse
like bottomless black hole.
I don't love nor hate,
there is no honest care.
Just knowing without understanding.
I drink from this well
to escape numbing mildness.
Now I know I am starved,
for what I contempt.
I've got precise clarity,
sense for efficiency and mimicry,
purposeless, collapsing in its hollowness,
this clockwork of my self.
I'll disintegrate once
and I fear it not,
the only sensation unsustainable hunger.
IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE
Do not leave me in dark,
silence deafening.
Please, give me at least spark
to keep secure things.
Do not leave me alone
in this empty cell
(for I won't be).
Leave here at least guards,
so terror stays at bay.
I'm not afraid of shadows,
but what lurks in.
Swarming darkness,
familiar steps,
echo without former sound,
a movement in the corner of my eye.
I shudder at crawling touch on my skin,
when no one is near.
Second thoughts,
a contradiction,
foul urges beneath allowed feelings,
a voice I know too well
and alone only hear.
Bars of cage are quickly breaking,
a gleeful laugh at my anguished shriek.
I'm gripped in choking embrace.
I push outward, the other inward.
Or is it other way?
Web of cracks appears in mirror,
on floor lie splinters of mask.
Who was the one wearing it?
Consumed by whirlwind maddening
I beg you last time for ray merciful
to find strength and regain dominance,
because you wish even less than I to see taking over
the other - the other me.
BETWEEN SKY AND PITS
Nothing is set in stone
and I dream of blood.
No more do I have home,
just places, where I lied
for a while.
Wandering between sky and pits
I stammer looking for an aim.
But do I have any arrows?
Do I have any bow?
Few rocks in pocket would do,
tough I would whine about getting stuck low.
Blind, with nothing to contribute,
barren, that's my fear.
And so I stammer between sky and pits,
seeking an inspiring thrill.