У моей любимой есть чувство юмора,
She's the giggle at a funeral,
Она, как смешок на похоронах —
Knows everybody's disapproval,
Ей знакомо всеобщее неодобрение.
I should've worshipped her sooner.
Мне нужно было воцерковить её раньше,
If the Heavens ever did speak,
Если небеса когда-нибудь вещали,
She is the last true mouthpiece.
То она их последний настоящий глашатай.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Каждое воскресенье мрачнее предыдущего,
A fresh poison each week.
Каждую неделю свежий яд.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
"Мы родились больными", — слышишь ты от них,
My church offers no absolution,
Моя церковь не предлагает отпущения грехов,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
Она велит: "Молись в опочивальне".
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Единственный рай для меня —
Is when I'm alone with you,
Оставаться наедине с тобой,
I was born sick, but I love it,
Я родился больным, но мне это нравится,
Command me to be well.
Вели же мне исцелиться.
Amen, amen, amen!
Аминь, аминь, аминь!
[Chorus – x2:]
[Припев – x2:]
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как собачка, перед святыней твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я поведаю тебе свои грехи, так что можешь точить нож,
Offer me my deathless death.
Предложи мне бессмертную кончину.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, позволь мне вверить тебе свою жизнь.
[Verse 2:]
[Куплет 2:]
If I'm a pagan of the good times
Если я язычник из добрых времён,
My lover's the sunlight.
То моя любимая — солнечный свет.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
Чтобы богиня оставалась рядом со мной,
She demands a sacrifice,
Требуются жертвы:
To drain the whole sea,
Осушить море,
Get something shiny,
Принести что-нибудь блестящее
Something meaty for the main course.
И что-нибудь мясное на второе.
That's a fine looking high horse,
Вот прекрасный белый конь,
What you got in the stable?
А что у тебя в конюшне?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
У нас много голодных верующих,
That looks tasty,
Выглядит аппетитно,
That looks plenty,
Выглядит богато,
This is hungry work.
От такой работы хочется поесть.
[Chorus – x2:]
[Припев – x2:]
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как собачка, перед святыней твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я поведаю тебе свои грехи, так что можешь точить нож,
Offer me my deathless death.
Предложи мне бессмертную кончину.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, позволь мне вверить тебе свою жизнь.
[Bridge:]
[Переход:]
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
С началом ритуала не остаётся ни господ, ни королей,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
Нет ничего невиннее нашего милого греха,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
В безумии и грязи этой земной сцены —
Only then I am human,
Только тогда я человек,
Only then I am clean.
Только тогда я чист.
Amen, amen, amen!
Аминь, аминь, аминь!
[Chorus – x2:]
[Припев – x2:]
Take me to church,
Отведи меня в церковь,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
Я буду служить, как собачка, перед святыней твоей лжи.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Я поведаю тебе свои грехи, так что можешь точить нож,
Offer me my deathless death.
Предложи мне бессмертную кончину.
Good God, let me give you my life.
Боже, позволь мне вверить тебе свою жизн My favorite has a sense of humor,
She's the giggle at a funeral,
She, like a laugh at a funeral -
I know everybody's disapproval,
She was familiar with general disapproval.
I should've worshipped her sooner.
I had votserkovit it before,
If the Heavens ever did speak,
If heaven ever broadcast,
She is the last true mouthpiece.
That is their last real town crier.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
Every Sunday gloomier previous
A fresh poison each week.
Every week fresh poison.
"We were born sick", you heard them say it,
"We were born sick," - you hear from them,
My church offers no absolution,
My church does not offer absolution,
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom".
She tells him: "Pray in the bedchamber."
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Only a paradise for me -
Is when I'm alone with you,
Staying alone with you,
I was born sick, but I love it,
I was born sick, but I like it,
Command me to be well.
Veli do I heal.
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
[Chorus - x2:]
[Chorus - x2:]
Take me to church,
Take me to the church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve as a dog, before the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will tell you my sins, so that you can sharpen a knife,
Offer me my deathless death.
Suggest me immortal death.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me entrust you with my life.
[Verse 2:]
[Verse 2:]
If I'm a pagan of the good times
If I was a heathen in good times,
My lover's the sunlight.
That's my favorite - the sunlight.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
To the goddess remained next to me,
She demands a sacrifice,
It requires sacrifice:
To drain the whole sea,
Drain the sea,
Get something shiny,
Bring something brilliant
Something meaty for the main course.
And something cold on the second.
That's a fine looking high horse,
This is a beautiful white horse,
What you got in the stable?
And what you have in your stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
We have a lot of hungry believers
That looks tasty,
Looks appetizing,
That looks plenty,
It looks rich,
This is hungry work.
From this work I want to eat.
[Chorus - x2:]
[Chorus - x2:]
Take me to church,
Take me to the church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve as a dog, before the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will tell you my sins, so that you can sharpen a knife,
Offer me my deathless death.
Suggest me immortal death.
Good God, let me give you my life.
God, let me entrust you with my life.
[Bridge:]
[Transition:]
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
Since the beginning of the ritual does not remain neither masters nor kings,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
There is nothing more innocent than our beloved sin,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
In the madness of mud and this earthly scene -
Only then I am human,
Only then will I be a man,
Only then I am clean.
Only then can I clean.
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!
[Chorus - x2:]
[Chorus - x2:]
Take me to church,
Take me to the church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I will serve as a dog, before the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
I will tell you my sins, so that you can sharpen a knife,
Offer me my deathless death.
Suggest me immortal death.
Good God, let me give you my life.
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