Текст песни The Doors - Lament
- Исполнитель: The Doors
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Lament for my cockSore and crucified
I seek to know you.
Acquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery,
Stripshow.
How to acquire death in the morning show.
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god and the child's prayer in the night.
Guitar player,
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock.
Caress its lament,
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.
Lost cells,
The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift:
Words Power Trance
This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery in their summit,
Moncners of skin.
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race.
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?
"I pressed her thigh and death smiled."
Death, old friend,
Death and my cock are the world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire.
Words got me the wound and will get me well,
If you believe it.
All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence.
Скорбь по своему члену,
Изъязвленному и распятому.
Я жажду познать тебя.
Обретя душевную мудрость,
Ты можешь пробить брешь в стенах Мистерии,
Стриптиз.
Как достичь состояния смерти на утреннем шоу.
Ребёнок поглощает смерть, стекающаю с телевизионных экранов.
Загадка смерти, которая заставляет меня выводить эти буквы,
Замедленный поезд, смерть моего члена дарует жизнь.
Прости несчастных стариков, что впустили нас в этот мир,
Научили общению с Богом в бормотании детских молитв перед отходом ко сну.
Гитарист,
Древний мудрый ситар,
Спой свою оду моему члену.
Ласкай его скорбь,
Укрепи нас и направь нас, замёрзших.
Утерянные биологические клеточки,
Исследование раковых клеток,
Чтобы поговорить с сердцем
И приподнести как великий подарок:
Слова Силу Транс
Этот надёжный друг и звери из его зоопарка,
Дикие длинноволосые ципочки,
Яркие женщины на своих посиделках,
Кожаные монстры.
Все цвета переплетаются,
дабы построить лодку,
которая, качаясь на волнах, убаюкает всю человеческую расу.
Возможно ли существование ада, который был бы ещё ужасней
чем тот, что мы видим
здесь и сейчас?
"Я сжал её бедро, и смерть усмехнулась."
Смерть, старая приятельница,
Смерть и мой член - это целый мир.
Я могу простить причинённые мне увечья во имя
Мудрости Роскоши Любовной Истории.
Одно предложение за другим,
Слова потихоньку исцеляют скорьб
По поводу смерти духа моего члена,
Бессмысленно разводить небольшой костёр,
Слова нанесли мне рану, но они и излечат меня,
Стоит тебе лишь в это поверить.
Все немедленно собираются вместе и скорбят о смерти моего члена,
Язык всезнания в ночи, украшенной перьями птиц,
Парни сходят с ума и страдают,
Я приношу свой член на алтарь безмолвия в жертву.
Перевод песни
Lament for my cockSore and crucified
I seek to know you.
Acquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery,
Stripshow.
How to acquire death in the morning show.
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god and the child's prayer in the night.
Guitar player,
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock.
Caress its lament,
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift:
Words power trance
This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery in their summit,
Moncners of skin.
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race.
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?
"I pressed her thigh and death smiled."
Death, old friend,
Death and my cock are the world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom luxury romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire.
Words got me the wound and will get me well,
If you believe it.
All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence.
Sorrow in my penis
Ulcerated and crucified.
I crave to know you.
Having gained spiritual wisdom
You can breach the walls of the Mystery
Striptease.
How to achieve a state of death in a morning show.
The child absorbs death, flowing down from television screens.
The riddle of death that makes me infer these letters
Slowed train, death of my penis gives life.
Forgive the unfortunate old people who let us into this world,
They taught us how to communicate with God in muttering children's prayers before going to bed.
Guitar player,
Ancient wise sitar
Sing your ode to my dick.
Caress his sorrow
Strengthen us and guide us, frozen.
Lost biological cells,
Cancer cell research,
To talk to the heart
And to present as a great gift:
Words Force Trans
This reliable friend and animals from his zoo,
Wild long hair
Bright women on their gatherings,
Leather monsters.
All colors are intertwined
in order to build a boat
which, swinging in the waves, lulls the whole human race.
Is hell possible that would be even worse
than the one that we see
Here and now?
"I squeezed her thigh and death grinned."
Death, old friend
Death and my dick are the whole world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
The Wisdom of Luxury Love Story.
One sentence after another
Words Slowly Heal Sorrows
Regarding the death of my dick’s spirit,
It makes no sense to make a small fire
Words hurt me, but they heal me
You just have to believe it.
Everyone immediately gets together and mourn the death of my dick,
The language of omniscience in the night, decorated with feathers of birds,
Guys go crazy and suffer
I sacrifice my dick on the altar of silence.