Emilie Autumn - The Art Of Suicide
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Искусство суицида
Ночные рубашки и волосы
Кудри разлетаются
Чистую боль не скрыть
Мосты Вздохов созданы
Скрывать ложь влюбленных
Под высокими арками
Лунного света и неба
Внезапно стало просто
Обдумать зачем
Зачем…
Зачем проживать жизнь
Наполненную жалостью
Печалью и борьбой
Зачем мечтать и видеть сны
Испорченные бедами
Меньшими, чем кажутся
Зачем беспокоиться вновь
Только ради стихотворенья
Или еще одной песни
Зачем проживать жизнь
Зачем проживать жизнь
Искусство суицида
Красивое и чистое
На театральной сцене
«Увы, меня нет!» — кричала она
Демонстративный уход
Мелодраматично упав
Под высокими арками
Лунного света и неба
Внезапно стало просто
Обдумать зачем
Зачем…
Жизнь не как Мрачное Воскресенье
С уже совсем другим финалом
Когда люди взволнованы
Они должны быть взволнованы
Потому что это история
Которая должна быть услышана
Жизнь не как Мрачное Воскресенье
С уже совсем другим финалом
Когда люди взволнованы
Они должны быть взволнованы
Потому что это урок
Который нужно выучить
Мир полон поэтов
Нам не нужны еще
Мир полон певцов
Нам не нужны еще
Мир полон влюбленных
Нам не нужны еще…
The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lover's lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson
That really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more...
Ночные рубашки и волосы
Кудри разлетаются
Чистую боль не скрыть
Мосты Вздохов созданы
Скрывать ложь влюбленных
Под высокими арками
Лунного света и неба
Внезапно стало просто
Обдумать зачем
Зачем…
Зачем проживать жизнь
Наполненную жалостью
Печалью и борьбой
Зачем мечтать и видеть сны
Испорченные бедами
Меньшими, чем кажутся
Зачем беспокоиться вновь
Только ради стихотворенья
Или еще одной песни
Зачем проживать жизнь
Зачем проживать жизнь
Искусство суицида
Красивое и чистое
На театральной сцене
«Увы, меня нет!» — кричала она
Демонстративный уход
Мелодраматично упав
Под высокими арками
Лунного света и неба
Внезапно стало просто
Обдумать зачем
Зачем…
Жизнь не как Мрачное Воскресенье
С уже совсем другим финалом
Когда люди взволнованы
Они должны быть взволнованы
Потому что это история
Которая должна быть услышана
Жизнь не как Мрачное Воскресенье
С уже совсем другим финалом
Когда люди взволнованы
Они должны быть взволнованы
Потому что это урок
Который нужно выучить
Мир полон поэтов
Нам не нужны еще
Мир полон певцов
Нам не нужны еще
Мир полон влюбленных
Нам не нужны еще…
The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lover's lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson
That really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more...
The art of suicide
Night shirts and hair
Kudri scatter
Clean pain not hide
Bridges of sigh are created
Hide lies in love
Under high arches
Lunar light and sky
Suddenly it became simple
Think about
Why…
Why live life
Filled pity
Sadness and struggle
Why dream and see dreams
Spoiled troubles
Smaller than it seems
Why worry again
Only for the sake of the poem
Or another song
Why live life
Why live life
The art of suicide
Beautiful and clean
On theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm not!" She shouted
Demonstrative care
Melodrammatically dropping
Under high arches
Lunar light and sky
Suddenly it became simple
Think about
Why…
Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a completely different finale
When people are excited
They must be excited
Because it is a story
Which should be heard
Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a completely different finale
When people are excited
They must be excited
Because it is a lesson
Which you need to learn
The world is full of poets
We do not need more
World full of singers
We do not need more
World full of love
We do not need more ...
The ART OF SICIDE
Nightgowns and hair.
Curls Flying Every Which Where
The Pain Too Pure To Hide
Bridgees of Sighs.
Meant to Conceal Lover's Lies
Under the Arches.
Of Moonlight and Sky
Suddenly Easy.
To Contemplate Why.
Whive ...
Why Live A Life
That's Painted With Pity
And sadness and strife
Why Dream A Dream
That's Tainted With Trouble
And Less Than It Seems
Why Bother Bothering.
JUST FOR A POEM
Or Another Sad Song To Sing
Why Live A Life
Why Live A Life
The ART OF SICIDE
Pretty and Clean.
Conveys A theatrical Scene
"ALAS, I'm Gone!" She cried
Ankles Displayed
Melodramatically Laid.
Under the Arches.
Of Moonlight and Sky
Suddenly Easy.
To Contemplate Why.
Whive ...
Why Live A Life
That's Painted With Pity
And sadness and strife
Why Dream A Dream
That's Tainted With Trouble
And Less Than It Seems
Why Bother Bothering.
JUST FOR A POEM
Or Another Sad Song To Sing
Why Live A Life
Why Live A Life
Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday
WITH A Second ending
WHEN THE PEOPLE ARE DISTURBED
WELL THOULD BE DISTURBED
BECAUSE THERE'S A STORY
THAT OUGHT TO BE HEARD
Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday
WITH A Second ending
WHEN THE PEOPLE ARE DISTURBED
WELL THOULD BE DISTURBED
BECAUSE THERE'S A LESSON
That really oght to be learned
The World IS Full of Poets
We don't Need Any More
The World IS Full Of Singers
We don't Need Any More
The World IS Full Of Lovers
We don't Need Any More ...
Night shirts and hair
Kudri scatter
Clean pain not hide
Bridges of sigh are created
Hide lies in love
Under high arches
Lunar light and sky
Suddenly it became simple
Think about
Why…
Why live life
Filled pity
Sadness and struggle
Why dream and see dreams
Spoiled troubles
Smaller than it seems
Why worry again
Only for the sake of the poem
Or another song
Why live life
Why live life
The art of suicide
Beautiful and clean
On theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm not!" She shouted
Demonstrative care
Melodrammatically dropping
Under high arches
Lunar light and sky
Suddenly it became simple
Think about
Why…
Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a completely different finale
When people are excited
They must be excited
Because it is a story
Which should be heard
Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a completely different finale
When people are excited
They must be excited
Because it is a lesson
Which you need to learn
The world is full of poets
We do not need more
World full of singers
We do not need more
World full of love
We do not need more ...
The ART OF SICIDE
Nightgowns and hair.
Curls Flying Every Which Where
The Pain Too Pure To Hide
Bridgees of Sighs.
Meant to Conceal Lover's Lies
Under the Arches.
Of Moonlight and Sky
Suddenly Easy.
To Contemplate Why.
Whive ...
Why Live A Life
That's Painted With Pity
And sadness and strife
Why Dream A Dream
That's Tainted With Trouble
And Less Than It Seems
Why Bother Bothering.
JUST FOR A POEM
Or Another Sad Song To Sing
Why Live A Life
Why Live A Life
The ART OF SICIDE
Pretty and Clean.
Conveys A theatrical Scene
"ALAS, I'm Gone!" She cried
Ankles Displayed
Melodramatically Laid.
Under the Arches.
Of Moonlight and Sky
Suddenly Easy.
To Contemplate Why.
Whive ...
Why Live A Life
That's Painted With Pity
And sadness and strife
Why Dream A Dream
That's Tainted With Trouble
And Less Than It Seems
Why Bother Bothering.
JUST FOR A POEM
Or Another Sad Song To Sing
Why Live A Life
Why Live A Life
Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday
WITH A Second ending
WHEN THE PEOPLE ARE DISTURBED
WELL THOULD BE DISTURBED
BECAUSE THERE'S A STORY
THAT OUGHT TO BE HEARD
Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday
WITH A Second ending
WHEN THE PEOPLE ARE DISTURBED
WELL THOULD BE DISTURBED
BECAUSE THERE'S A LESSON
That really oght to be learned
The World IS Full of Poets
We don't Need Any More
The World IS Full Of Singers
We don't Need Any More
The World IS Full Of Lovers
We don't Need Any More ...
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