歌词
I'm clicking your fingers, for a gothic twilight,
我与你指指相扣,在一个歌特式的黄昏中
that actually existed just in your head
那真的存在 在你的脑海中
your fingernails painted black
你的指甲涂成了黑色
or bloodred
还是鲜红色
I forget
我已不记得
And your fake-leather volumes
而你那用人造皮革装订的书卷
jabbering on hell
荒唐地描写着地狱
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
你希望散发出那种显而易见的颓废
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
你的双眼极力闪烁着冰冷的光芒
A star-snuffing black
在这样一个星光闪耀的夜晚
so you opened your books
你打开了你的书
and you opened your legs
你打开了你的双腿
and so opened your heart
同样打开了你的心
and let in the badness
引入了这邪恶
you claimed
你说的就象是
as your friend
你的朋友一样
with un-angels hovering
飞舞着的并非天使
like flies round the orchard
而是如同果园中的苍蝇一般
that had covered your soul
遮蔽住了你的灵魂
their empire increasing
它们的势力在扩张
and your country
而你的领土
deserted by yourself
已被你自己毁灭
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
圣玛丽的铃声唤醒了我们的回忆
that life is with end
生命终有尽头
and the gestures can kill us
而这样的行为会害死我们
moreover destroy
甚至毁掉我们
and there is one jugdement only
而且只会有这一种报应
Your letters came daily
你的信
in French or in German
每天都从法国或德国寄来
but they meant to me nothing
但它们对我毫无意义
I caught the slow cords
我突然发现 是冷漠的情绪
and dry ice fogging your mind
与干冰的烟雾遮蔽着你的思想
I see all too clearly now
现在我已将你看得一清二楚
why you could be discarded
你为何会被抛弃
and though I could pray for you
尽管我会为你祈祷,
I probably shan`t
或许,我不会
having had my cup filled up
我的生命
with your lies
已被你的谎言
and your makeup
与伪装所填满
you were nothing
你什么都不是
thinking you`re something
你只是某个人而已
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
尽管如此,我仍然写下这首歌特式的情歌
a sign to myself
为我自己
and the memory of my past
与曾经的回忆写下的一个标记
I still write this gothic lovesong
我仍然写下这首歌特式的情歌
a sign to myself
写下一个标记
and the memory of my past
为曾经的回忆
and a way to shut out your face
也是忘记你的面容的一种方式
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