Killing me softly

Болью моею играя,
Он жизнь мою пропоет,
Рифмой её наполняя,
Песнею нежно убьет,

Нежно меня убивая
Он мою жизнь пропоет


Его красивы песни и стиль его пленит,
И я пришла услышать, что он в себе таит.
И вот передо мной он - сердцу не знаком

Болью моею играя,
Он жизнь мою пропоет,
Рифмой её наполняя,
Песнею нежно убьет,

Нежно меня убивая
Он мою жизнь пропоет

Меня привел в смущенье весь этот людный зал.
Он будто мои письма всем громко зачитал
Я жду, что стихнут звуки...

I'm out to mix it up and change my complexion
To coat the feelings and cure my depression
A shot of petrol is my bonafide method
To lose control and get thoroughly distracted

I'm on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine, and I?m gone

I like to forget why I feel this compulsive
As I toss tomorrow's dreams in the garbage
What's important is a mind that's sicker
Turning Jekyll into Hide much quicker

I'm on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine, and I'm gone

1, 2, 3, 4, 1...

What Do You Do When Something Dies
A Life Together Has Ended, Your Living a Lie
When Did this Act Become Reality ?
Hello Conscience, Do I Laugh or Do I Cry
Nothing's Ever Perfect
This Is Just a Test
Imagine, Imagine Saying What Can Be Said
Imagine, Imagine Each Word a Bullet 'Til You're Dead
Imagine, Imagine Killing Something Your Love
Imagine, Just Think about Living Inside
Blood on Your Hands, Blood in My Eyes
Blood I Can't Keep, Blood Circumscribes
Blood on Your Hands, Blood in My...

How much does an opinion weigh
Does it really matter what I say
I can't be responsible
Be yourself or be a tool

Who cares what you expect
What is politically correct?
All my ideas are in bad taste
Get off my case and...

Judge yourself
No one else

I don't intend to offend
I just offend with my intent
Beauty's in the beholder's eye
I just like the ugly side

Who cares what you expect
What is politically correct?
All my ideas are in bad taste
Get off my case and...

Judge...

When I breathe,
This sound in my chest
Lonelier than the winter wind

Дышу
Этот звук в груди
Более одинок чем зимний ветер

5
My child not yet returned from playing somewhere
I take out the toy train
And run it myself

Ожидая ребенка, заигравшегося где-то,
Я достал игрушечный поезд
И покатил

8
For five blocks after I left home,
I walked like man
With something to do, someplace to go -

Пять кварталов от дома прочь
Шел я как человек
Имеющий дела, идущий по делам...

Ты над могилою сырой
В слезах, родимая, не стой,
Ведь, чувствуешь – тебя люблю,
Меня там нет и я не сплю:
Я – в чистом поле ветра бег,
Я – с неба серебристый снег,
Я – в нивах вставшая заря,
Я – теплый ливень сентября.
Когда проснешься поутру,
Я – стриж, затеявший игру,
Несясь сквозь яркие лучи.
Я – звезд мерцание в ночи.
Ты над землею не рыдай -
Не в ней, не в ней мой новый край.


Do not stand at my grave and weep


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not...

Твои глаза de la couleur d'amande,
Твои слова--soft calmambert,
Твои ресницы--gloria mundis
Твоя слеза--полёт во сне,
Ma bien-aimee!

So, what shall I tell you, does anybody know?
How can I show you what is hidden deep below?

I can’t control this, it’s growing inside.
Questioning myself – why should I hide?

Feelings are complex, no way to get free,
But I’ll not kill them, I’ll let them just be.

Looking into your eyes, what am I waiting?
Do you understand me or am I mistaken?

This is forbidden, but it’s not a sin.
All of my life – where have you been?

Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
- to me -,

Mama, just killed a men,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,
Didn't...

We are fighting for your lives
Oooh, we are the soldiers in the line of fire

Down in the trenches we wait for the night
The time is approaching
We're ready to strike

We'll stop at nothing
There's no holding back
Born to raise hell
We will attack

Pounding away
Tearing through flesh
Soldiers of metal
Fight to the death

Blasting the cannons
Shaking the ground
Hacking and killing
We're not fooling around

Warriors in battle
All dressed in black
A slash and a thrust
A...