The Doors - Newborn Awakening
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Gently they stir, gently rise.
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls,
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
- I called you up to anoint the earth.
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.
I called you to wish you well,
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call on you to pray.
Они тихо шевелятся, тихо поднимаются,
Мёртвые получают второе рождение, просыпаясь
С раздробленными конечностями, с влажными от пьяных слёз душами,
Они тихо вздыхают, пребывая в восхитительном траурном изумлении.
Кто выкликал этих мертвецов, приглашая их танцевать?
То ли молодая женщина, которая учила своего малыша играть на рояле песню призраков,
То ли дети первозданной природы?
То ли Бог-Дух собственной персоной, заикающийся, выкрикивающий нечто ободряющее, непринуждённо болтающий с пустотой, словно слепой?
Я призвал вас совершить помазание этой Земли,
Я призвал вас провозгласить печаль, опадающую лоскутами, словно обгоревшая кожа.
Я призвал вас, дабы пожелать вам добра и удачи,
Дабы вы возгордились собой подобно новому чудищу.
А теперь обращаюсь с призывом: "Молитесь!"
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls,
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
- I called you up to anoint the earth.
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.
I called you to wish you well,
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call on you to pray.
Они тихо шевелятся, тихо поднимаются,
Мёртвые получают второе рождение, просыпаясь
С раздробленными конечностями, с влажными от пьяных слёз душами,
Они тихо вздыхают, пребывая в восхитительном траурном изумлении.
Кто выкликал этих мертвецов, приглашая их танцевать?
То ли молодая женщина, которая учила своего малыша играть на рояле песню призраков,
То ли дети первозданной природы?
То ли Бог-Дух собственной персоной, заикающийся, выкрикивающий нечто ободряющее, непринуждённо болтающий с пустотой, словно слепой?
Я призвал вас совершить помазание этой Земли,
Я призвал вас провозгласить печаль, опадающую лоскутами, словно обгоревшая кожа.
Я призвал вас, дабы пожелать вам добра и удачи,
Дабы вы возгордились собой подобно новому чудищу.
А теперь обращаюсь с призывом: "Молитесь!"
Gently They Stir, Gently Rise.
The Dead are NewBorn Awakening
With Ravaged Limbs and Wet Souls,
Gently They Sigh in Rapt Funeral Amazement.
Who Called Therese Dead to Dance?
WAS Its Young Woman Learning to Play The Ghost Song on Her Baby Grand?
WAS It Wilderness Children?
WAS Its Ghost God Himself, Stuttering, Cheering, Chatting Blindly?
- I Called you up to anoint the earth.
I Called You to Announce Sadness Falling Like Burned Skin.
I Called You to Wish You Well,
To Glory in Self Like A New Monster.
And Now I Call on You to Pray.
They move quietly, rise quietly,
The dead get a second birth, waking up
With fragmented limbs, with moist from drunken tears, souls,
They sigh quietly, being in amazing mourning amazement.
Who crumple these dead, inviting them to dance?
Either a young woman who taught her baby to play a piano song of ghosts,
Or children of pristine nature?
Either God is in his own person, stuttering, shouting something encouraging, chatting at ease with the void, like a blind?
I urged you to make an anger of this land,
I urged you to proclaim sadness that falls out with flaps like burned skin.
I called you in order to wish you good and good luck
So that you are proud of yourself like a new monster.
And now I am applying to: "Pray!"
The Dead are NewBorn Awakening
With Ravaged Limbs and Wet Souls,
Gently They Sigh in Rapt Funeral Amazement.
Who Called Therese Dead to Dance?
WAS Its Young Woman Learning to Play The Ghost Song on Her Baby Grand?
WAS It Wilderness Children?
WAS Its Ghost God Himself, Stuttering, Cheering, Chatting Blindly?
- I Called you up to anoint the earth.
I Called You to Announce Sadness Falling Like Burned Skin.
I Called You to Wish You Well,
To Glory in Self Like A New Monster.
And Now I Call on You to Pray.
They move quietly, rise quietly,
The dead get a second birth, waking up
With fragmented limbs, with moist from drunken tears, souls,
They sigh quietly, being in amazing mourning amazement.
Who crumple these dead, inviting them to dance?
Either a young woman who taught her baby to play a piano song of ghosts,
Or children of pristine nature?
Either God is in his own person, stuttering, shouting something encouraging, chatting at ease with the void, like a blind?
I urged you to make an anger of this land,
I urged you to proclaim sadness that falls out with flaps like burned skin.
I called you in order to wish you good and good luck
So that you are proud of yourself like a new monster.
And now I am applying to: "Pray!"
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