Leonard Cohen (OST "Прирождённые убийцы")
Верните мне мою разбитую ночь,
Зеркальную комнату, тайную жизнь.
Здесь так одиноко,
Больше некого мучить.
Дайте мне абсолютный контроль
Над каждой живой душой.
Ложись рядом со мной, детка,
это приказ!
Дайте мне крэк и анальный секс,
Возьмите последнее уцелевшее дерево
И забейте его в дыру
В вашей культуре.
Верните мне Берлинскую стену,
Верните Сталина и Святого Павла.
Я видел будущее, брат:
Это убийство.
Все начинает расползаться, расползаться
Во всех направлениях.
Скоро не останется ничего,
Нничего, что можно измерить.
Буря, мировая буря
Уже пересекла границу
И ниспровергла
Порядок вещей в твоей душе.
Когда они говорят: “ПОКАЙСЯ! ПОКАЙСЯ!”,
Я пытаюсь понять, что они имеют в виду.
Когда они говорят: “ПОКАЙСЯ! ПОКАЙСЯ!”,
Я пытаюсь понять, что они имеют в виду.
Когда они говорят: “ПОКАЙСЯ! ПОКАЙСЯ!”,
Я пытаюсь понять, что они имеют в виду.
Ты ничего обо мне не знаешь,
Не знала и не узнаешь.
Я тот маленький еврей,
Который написал Библию.
Я видел возвышение и падение наций,
Я слышал их истории, слышал их все,
Но единственный двигатель выживания – Любовь.
Твой слуга здесь, ему велели
Доложить,четко и спокойно:
Все кончено, и дальше ничего не будет.
Теперь небесные колеса остановились,
Ты чувствуешь стек дьявола?
Приготовься к будущему:
Это убийство.
Все начинает расползаться….
Когда они говорят: “ПОКАЙСЯ! ПОКАЙСЯ!”...
Старый кодекс Запада будет нарушен,
Твоя личная жизнь внезапно будет взорвана.
Ты увидишь призраков,
Огни на дороге,
И приплясывающего придурка.
Ты увидишь женщину,
Висящую вверх ногами,
С лицом, закрытым ее собственной юбкой,
А вокруг толпятся все эти вшивые мелкие поэты,
Пытаясь походить на Чарли Мэнсона,
И по-дурацки приплясывают…
Верните мне Берлинскую стену,
Дайте Сталина и Святого Павла,
Дайте мне Христа или Хиросиму
Убейте еще одного зародыша,
Нам не нужны никакие дети.
Я видел будущее, детка:
Это убийство.
Все начинает расползаться…
Когда они говорят: “ПОКАЙСЯ! ПОКАЙСЯ!”…
1 – в ам. сленге есть уничижительное выражение “white man’s overbite” = “глубокий прикус белого человека”, используемое при описании выражения лица во время танца.
Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby, that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul.
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little Jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
You're servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul.
When they said REPENT REPENT Leonard Cohen (OST "Natural Born Killers")
Give me back my broken night
Mirror room, secret life.
It's so lonely here
There is no one else to torment.
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul.
Lie down next to me baby
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the last surviving tree
And hammer it in the hole
In your culture.
Give me back the Berlin Wall
Bring back Stalin and St. Paul.
I saw the future, brother:
This is a murder.
Everything starts to creep, creep
In all directions.
Soon there will be nothing left
Nothing to measure.
Storm, World Storm
Already crossed the border
And overthrew
The order of things in your soul.
When they say, “REPENT! REPENT! ”
I am trying to understand what they mean.
When they say, “REPENT! REPENT! ”
I am trying to understand what they mean.
When they say, “REPENT! REPENT! ”
I am trying to understand what they mean.
You don't know anything about me
I did not know and do not know.
I'm that little Jew
Who wrote the bible.
I saw the rise and fall of nations
I heard their stories, heard them all
But the only engine of survival is Love.
Your servant is here, they told him
Report clearly and calmly:
Everything is over, and there will be nothing further.
Now the heavenly wheels have stopped
Do you feel the devil's stack?
Get ready for the future:
This is a murder.
Everything begins to creep ....
When they say, “REPENT! REPENT! ”...
The old West code will be broken
Your personal life will suddenly be blown up.
You will see the ghosts
Lights on the road
And a dancing moron.
You will see a woman
Hanging upside down
With a face covered by her own skirt,
And all these lousy little poets are crowding around
Trying to be like Charlie Manson
And they dance foolishly ...
Give me back the Berlin Wall
Give Stalin and St. Paul
Give me Christ or Hiroshima
Kill another germ
We do not need any children.
I saw the future, baby:
This is a murder.
Everything begins to creep ...
When they say, “REPENT! REPENT! ”...
1 - in am. slang is the derogatory expression “white man’s overbite” = “deep bite of a white person” used to describe facial expressions during a dance.
Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby, that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Don't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul.
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little Jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
You're servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Don't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul.
When they said REPENT REPENT | |
