Cradle Of Filth — Thank God For The Suffering tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
‘Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life’s parade
Though incisions once made Her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in a lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the author
Of sin was me and I Lay chaste of hate in Faith’s embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything
I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started
Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered…
Hate
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Pamiętam pierwszy majowy miesiąc.
"Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
* Kiedy będziemy się lekko oddalać *
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life ' s parade
Chociaż nacięcia raz uczyniły ją tak żywą
Szkarłatna dziwka
With both heels in the door
* Of a heaven oderwane ode mnie, mdłe
I pośród wiru parapetów
Gdzie Anioły wzdychają, samotna siedzi
Upon the lip
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That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
By złamać moje trzepoczące serce
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe The sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
Dziękuję Bogu za cierpienie.
Miłość podbiłaby wszystko
But for the Rapture
Ten starożytny plan mojej porażki
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Wydaje się, że znów marzenia chcą uchwycić
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through a shadowed dimension
"Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes"
The world drifted by in a lost momentum
Bez boskiej interwencji
Niezależnie od tego, że autor
Z grzechu byłem ja i złożyłem cnote nienawiści w objęciach wiary
Jak śmiertelnicy walczyli z więcej niż
Walczyli z samym życiem.
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe The sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
Dziękuję Bogu za cierpienie.
I dziękuję Bogu za cierpienie.
As still I burn
For Her return
Pogodziłabym się ze wszystkim.
Wciąż pamiętam pierwszą majową pełnię.
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I pośród wiru parapetów
Gdzie Anioły wzdychają, samotna siedzi
Upon the lip
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That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
By złamać moje trzepoczące serce
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe The sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
Dziękuję Bogu za cierpienie.
Miłość podbiłaby wszystko
Nie rozstaliśmy się
Jej rozszarpana strata na nowo wywołuje wściekłość.
Zimowy mróz maleje na mojej scenie
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Miłość podbiłaby wszystko
Miłość by zwyciężyła…
Hate