Oblivion
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Oblivion
The Poppies of Fascination
/epopteia/
Behind the night of passion there is nothing
and nothing comes with dawning of the day
my eye were closed, the cloud with tears dropping
prophess the sky is cold as nothing else.
The silence blends the moving of tomorrow
With what was not accomplished today
And time has stopped, and pain comes out of sorrow,
The empty branches break with their decay.
The grass is strewn with blood – the night has ended-
But this is not the blood I really see
This is the blood of thousand tempting poppies
The calling out of mad, exquisite dream
Far out I see the mirror lying broken,
The wind is like a kiss upon my lips,
The stars above me sparkle as a token
Of poppies more and more eternal bliss.
Was it a dream? For I so well remember
The tongues of fire that then burnt my soul
And threw it in a hell with walls of ember
And wonders I have never seen before.
A city strewn with fallen stars and stairs
That led to nowhere but give everything
I craved for in my life. And I surrendered
To someone with blue eyes who starts to sing
That song with the voluptuous strings of pleasure
And reached the ecstasy of agony, then died…
I sank into a well of black despair
I did not want that gray, apathic light.
I rather wished to meet the strangest horrors
That will stake out my mind on game of dice
And make me pray a minute more to borrow,
To stay until insanity grows wise.
I felt I’m going to wake up in the middle
Of dream so scarlet, bitter-sweet and fair
So I reached out my trembling hand a little
And seized the drink of poppies that was there.
I knew – the minute will embrace the day
On journey over the forbidden lands;
On fascinating purple seas – to float away
And wake on the forgotten timeless sands.
/epopteia/
Behind the night of passion there is nothing
and nothing comes with dawning of the day
my eye were closed, the cloud with tears dropping
prophess the sky is cold as nothing else.
The silence blends the moving of tomorrow
With what was not accomplished today
And time has stopped, and pain comes out of sorrow,
The empty branches break with their decay.
The grass is strewn with blood – the night has ended-
But this is not the blood I really see
This is the blood of thousand tempting poppies
The calling out of mad, exquisite dream
Far out I see the mirror lying broken,
The wind is like a kiss upon my lips,
The stars above me sparkle as a token
Of poppies more and more eternal bliss.
Was it a dream? For I so well remember
The tongues of fire that then burnt my soul
And threw it in a hell with walls of ember
And wonders I have never seen before.
A city strewn with fallen stars and stairs
That led to nowhere but give everything
I craved for in my life. And I surrendered
To someone with blue eyes who starts to sing
That song with the voluptuous strings of pleasure
And reached the ecstasy of agony, then died…
I sank into a well of black despair
I did not want that gray, apathic light.
I rather wished to meet the strangest horrors
That will stake out my mind on game of dice
And make me pray a minute more to borrow,
To stay until insanity grows wise.
I felt I’m going to wake up in the middle
Of dream so scarlet, bitter-sweet and fair
So I reached out my trembling hand a little
And seized the drink of poppies that was there.
I knew – the minute will embrace the day
On journey over the forbidden lands;
On fascinating purple seas – to float away
And wake on the forgotten timeless sands.
в отговор на gothic_vampire
#3
Re: Oblivion
епоптея бях забравила че е една от любимите ми думички...кой знае с каква свещенна хаома съм придавала токсичност на кръвта си
бях забравила че е една от любимите ми думички...кой знае с каква свещенна хаома съм придавала токсичност на кръвта си
в отговор на necrossumus
#6
Re: Oblivion
Наистина е чудесно! Жалко, че английският ми не е на ниво като нейното, но ще трябва да се задълбоча по-детайлно...
в отговор на Solemn Dirge
#8
Re: Oblivion
О, мисля, че е време и в този аспект да се оставиш в ръцете ми...Както ми писа преди известно време - "аз -тебе, ти-мене..."
Я какво се оплакваш, нали знаеш как е "кибича" на английски
it just happens every day
Я какво се оплакваш, нали знаеш как е "кибича" на английски
it just happens every day
в отговор на blood.drop
#9
Re: Oblivion
Аз на тебе, ти на мене? За секс ли съм говорила?
Защо не вземеш за по-мързеливите като мен да дръпнеш едно преводченце, а?
Защо не вземеш за по-мързеливите като мен да дръпнеш едно преводченце, а?
в отговор на Prof.McGonagol
#10
Re: Oblivion
Ee , не мисля, че ще ми е много лесно, особено с римите
it just happens every day
it just happens every day
в отговор на Prof.McGonagol
#12
Re: Oblivion
Добре, напомни ми друг да ти направя един превод ей тъй на ушенце.
Ще дам всичко от себе си
it just happens every day
Ще дам всичко от себе си
it just happens every day