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The Living and the Dead
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Фaнтoм (тъжен) |
Публикувано | 08.05.05 05:15 |
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The Living and the Dead
Автор - моя милост
The night calls,
and your temperature falls
And she reaches you with her cold claws,
and yet you know that you are dead,
with this dead you present a dread,
dread is the charm of the dead but
still The night is dark but life and day lay in her shadow,
Don't don't look behind, there is probably a thing not so kind?
It could make you blind, blind to light and love or to that god above?
Why do you fear me? Come, come close near me,
I adore you I can't ignore you...
No use running down the empty street because I see that you already got cold feet,
Why do we meet like this? Don't you want a phantom kiss?
I can feel you shaking, and your heart racing, but I am already erasing your memory,
Run Run Run like hell but Sofia is already a frozen prison cell,
As you look back, The Phantom is still on track,
Coming close, you can sent him with your nose...
Feel as the shadow creeps, and see how he places hands on your cheeks,
I don't want to harm you, but just to warn you, The Night is the mother of all dead things, and no mortal is allowed when a deadman in the crowd. Now run my girl to your home, and leave, leave me alone
BUT WAIT! Before you are gone, sing me a love song, to heal my heartbrake and to stop me from making a mistake.
it was a chance I could not miss, but then the girl wanted a kiss, should I let her survive or should I let myself feel alive?
We stood there for too long, and midnight was going along, the moon a silver ball and her soul a treat for all, who need mortal flesh and for all the children of the night for whom the moon light shines bright bright,
My sweet girl listen to my words if you want to stay alive, tell me how to revive, myself from the undead grave of mine,
creeping in the moon-light shadows of the night and going along the winds to find and steal the souls of all living things,
Run run my girl I've made a choice you shall live but don't make a noise,
She turned around and with great haste to my soul she laid waste,
never to return again, never, never to heal the pain...
Редактирано от Фaнтoм на 08.05.05 05:23.
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Re: The Living and the Dead
[re: Фaнтoм]
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Baмпиp (кръвожаден) |
Публикувано | 08.05.05 06:17 |
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Идеята е добра.
Избистри малко езика и не е зле стиха да е малко по-строен.
Не ми се е случвало да пиша поезия на чужд език, вероятно защото не ми се удава, но затова пък редовно редя стихоплетеници от черен хумор.
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Добре, но имам чувство, че гониш по-точни рими за сметка на езика. Направи го малко по-подредено и не се трахувай да пишеш по-слабо римуващи се, но по-подходящи думи.
Приви Рулз!
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Re: The Living and the Dead
[re: Фaнтoм]
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Пpивидeниe (готически) |
Публикувано | 09.05.05 01:16 |
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поздрав , братко..поздрав...
не съм някой тулуп, но на български по-би ми харесал..
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Ne e zle!
Sarde4ni pozdravi ot men i Garcia!
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