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  • Текст песни Emilie Autumn - Marry Me

    Исполнитель: Emilie Autumn
    Название песни: Marry Me
    Дата добавления: 29.11.2015 | 21:22:28
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    Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
    Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
    I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
    I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
    When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
    And when I am buried at least I was married
    I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

    But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I’m lucky to share his bed
    Especially since I’ll soon be dead

    Marry me, he said, God, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
    Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
    Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
    So that I can pretend that I’m menstru...well, unavailable
    My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
    So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
    And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again

    Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I’m lucky to share his bed
    Especially since I’ll soon be dead

    When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
    Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
    We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
    Or at least until husband finds someone younger
    Yes, fertilization is part of my station
    I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
    Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
    But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!

    But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I’m lucky to share his bed
    Especially since I’ll soon be dead
    What beautiful things I’ll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I’m lucky to share his bed
    So why do I wish I was...

    перевод:
    Выходи за меня - сказал он, с гнилыми зубами, скверным дыханьем и
    Выходи за меня вместо этого молодого рослого пастуха, но когда
    Я была в его постели, меня продал отец
    Я знала, что выбора нет, замолчала, и сделал то, что на мое месте сделала бы любая девушка
    Стоило отрубить мне голову - организовали помолвку
    Следовало бы похоронить - в конце-концов меня женили
    Я буду скрывать свое поведение, вино мне послужит спасеньем

    Но, ох, какие красивые вещи я буду носить
    Что за платья и прически
    Мне повезло, что я делю с ним постель
    В особенности потому, что скоро я умру

    Выходи за меня - сказал он, господи, уродлив, но с состоянием
    Прогуливаться по саду, наслаждаясь мужчинами, женщинами и цветами
    Затем я разобью бокал, поцарапаю бедро и можно притвориться, что у меня менструация...простите, недоступна

    Моя жизнь устроена, но этот союз - безумие
    Итак, я могу спать с кем пожелаю - мне нечего терять
    И когда господин недоволен - падать перед ним на колени

    Когда на завтрак павлины, я знаю, я не смогу это проглотить
    За чередой балов, рождений детей и партий в бридж - я знаю, что будет дальше
    Мы соединимся через ад, боль и жажду
    Или, по крайней мере, пока муж не найдет кого-нибудь помоложе
    Да,оплодотворение - часть моего долга
    Я смеюсь, когда он притягивает меня в предвкушении
    Сыновей, которые будут управлять всем после моей смерти
    Но чьи же это дети? О, мои и моих любовников!

    Но, ох, какие красивые вещи я буду носить
    Что за платья и прически
    Мне повезло, что я делю с ним постель
    В особенности потому, что скоро я умру
    Но, ох, какие красивые вещи я буду носить
    Что за платья и прически
    Мне повезло, что я делю с ним постель
    Но почему же я так хочу, чтобы...
    Marry me, he said, through these rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
    Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
    I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
    I knew I had not any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
    When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded
    And when I am buried at least I was married
    I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
    But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I'm lucky to share his bed
    Especially since I'll soon be dead
    Marry me, he said, God, he's ugly, but fortune is ours
    Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
    Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
    So that I can pretend that I'm menstru ... well, unavailable
    My life is arranged but this union's deranged
    So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose
    And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again
    Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I'm lucky to share his bed
    Especially since I'll soon be dead
    When dining on peacock I know I will not swallow
    Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
    We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
    Or at least until husband finds someone younger
    Yes, fertilization is part of my station
    I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
    Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers
    But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's!
    But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I'm lucky to share his bed
    Especially since I'll soon be dead
    What beautiful things I'll wear
    What beautiful dresses and hair
    I'm lucky to share his bed
    So why do I wish I was ...
    transfer:
    Marry me - he said, with rotten teeth, breath and nasty
    Marry me instead of that strapping young shepherd, but when
    I was in his bed, my father sold
    I knew there was no choice, paused, and did what my place would make any girl
    As soon as my head cut off - to organize engagement
    It would be buried - in the end I got married
    I'll hide my behavior, I will serve the wine of salvation
    But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
    What kind of dresses and hairstyles
    I was lucky that I share a bed with him
    In particular, because soon I will die
    Marry me - he said, Lord, ugly, but with a condition
    Walk through the garden, enjoying the men, women and flowers
    Then I break a glass, scratched his thigh and can pretend that my menstruation ... sorry, not available
    My life is arranged but this union - the madness
    So, I can not sleep with anyone wish - I have nothing to lose
    And when Mr. dissatisfied - to fall to her knees
    When breakfast peacocks, I know I can not swallow it
    For a succession of balls, births, and bridge games - I know what will happen next
    We are connected through hell, pain and thirst
    Or at least until husband finds someone younger
    Yes, fertilization - a part of my duty
    I laugh when he pulls me in anticipation
    The children, who will manage everything after my death
    But whose is it children? Oh, my, and my lovers!
    But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
    What kind of dresses and hairstyles
    I was lucky that I share a bed with him
    In particular, because soon I will die
    But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
    What kind of dresses and hairstyles
    I was lucky that I share a bed with him
    But why am I so want to ...

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