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2009You sick little dreamer, don't say a word
no one's gonna buy you any kind of bird
No one's gonna buy you a diamond ring
you're not getting anything
Sick little dreamer, close your eyes
your dreams are nothing but dirty lies
Sick little dreamer, try to sleep
your dreams are never yours to keep
The people you see don't really love you
no, it's not the easiest thing to do
You think you have some kind of life
you dream you'll be a happy wife
You dream you'll be a happy mother
you think you'll always love each other
Forgetting how to cry is something new
forgetting how to die is dangerous...
You forget...
This thing is not you...
This life is not yours...
You lost the one you called your life,
why did you forget you wanted to die
Medicated...
so you don't notice it anymore... you'll never be...
one of them
Sick little dreamer, forget it all
sick little angel, you're gonna fall
>
>13.07.2009
Swan song (In the moonlight/Virgin Suicide)The party of midsummer has ended
she's not in bed, they noticed too late
in the morning heat of the sun
her footprints end to the sea
They wish she's only joking
her 7 cousins and some of their friends
call for her and seek every hill
she's played hide and seek many times before
One of their five second cousins
had to go outside for a while
he saw the white dress near the pines
that grow winded on the stony strand
He saw she held something in her hands
her hands she'd cut too many times
For a while he thought he should go and ask her
why she was there all alone
He went quietly nearer to look
carefully - he was a little drunk
like all of them that midsummer night
he knew he'd taken one beer too much
She was never one of them really
she was the one to stay outside
They tried to take her with them always
She drifted away quietly every time
The Ugly Duckling of them 8 cousins
a never-to-be swan she was
She didn't even look like relative
still they never ceased to care
He looked from behind the pine tree
at his second cousin in the water
she was dark and beautiful as always
he forgot everything else and just stared
All the others' laughs from inside
cut deep into the virgin's heart
she held tightly her stolen precious
the shining beautiful silver blade of his
The only one to see this
was the cold summer moon
She'd always wished to see the Northern Lights
and dreamed of the midnight Sun
She tried once more to see the stars
but her Cassiopeia was gone
her cousin noticed no tears in her blue eyes
nor the red stream on the pearl-white dress
He stared at the virgin swimming
so beautiful and pale in the sea
he saw her turning into a swan
and dive into her underwater palace
The last he remembered when they found him
was a wounded swan on the waves
but he'd never say a word of that night
nor will he drink a drop of beer ever again
And if you think anything else's changed
there still are twelve of them
now every single one's someone's sibling
the one that made the number uneven is gone
>
Mä en osaa englantia tarpeeks hyvin, tässä on varmaan virheitä... saa huomauttaa.
Ehkä parempi jos kukaan mun serkkuporukasta ei lue... tai no...
>10.12.2004
BloodDrink the blood of my hand
taste my warm life
or what is left of it
Hurt me, cut me, make me bleed
once again to show me I can
Give me the knife I'll do it myself
to show you I'm strong too
Taste my blood, taste its weakness
yours runs strong
but I only tasted it once
I want to bleed - that's what I need
let's laugh together let's show
no one what we feel
But you see it through my eyes
don't say it aloud
just lick my blood once more.
I could never be
as strong as you
I can't hide my pain
from you as I can
from everybody else
I fear your eyes they
see so much
of me
and my lost soul.
I light a candle
let the knife fall
burn all the forbidden feelings
forget the silver on the ground
never
could I forget your eyes.>
Kirjoitettu 13.11.'03... Ja luultavasti tossa oli 2 eri runoa alunperin, ne on 2 eri paperilla.
Näitkö sä tätä sillon koskaan...
>07.10.2004
Letter to GiaGia, my darling, I'm writing to you
'cause I want to be sure all that happened was true
and I don't want to bother you anymore
I used to hope you'd come back - and still I do, Gia
I might have betrayed you, but now I have seen
how childish and so fucking stupid brat I just have been
but I think my heart just cannot handle that
Gia, my darling, would think I'm bad
Gia, my darling, I'm writing to you
I remember you in Rome, it was a really rainy day
and you went out and stood in the rain so sweet
without no shoes, do you know how I miss you
My Gia has disowned me 'cause I have sinned
but can't you forgive me in troubles I am in
And I swear I won't do those things anymore
Gia, my darling, I'm waiting for
Little Gia Carangi oh Gia my dear
how I wish that my Gia was here
little Gia Carangi decided one day
to wish me away, far away
No, you won't surprise me anymore
no, I've seen it all before
but it seems I cannot let you go
Gia, Gia, Gia, Gia...
I don't think that I told you
I'd wait for you forever
now I know someone else is holding you
- not for the first time in my life
feels like
love is sin, mess that I'm in
love is still the thing I feel and
promise you, I will write again
because we're still joined in blood...
Gia, oh Gia, I'm writing to you
I know my dream was too good to come true
I miss you and I just want you to see:
My diaries' pages are full of thee.
Little Gia Carangi oh Gia my dear
how I wish that my Gia was here
little Gia Carangi decided one day
to wish me away, far away...
>
Kypsynyt alkukesästä asti...
Alkuperäinen: Sonata Arctican Letter to Dana.
>06.10.2004
LorienNer êleo, rahn Lorien
rahn gàcell Êllxman'!
Latea tàret Elbereth
er'd luare Galadriel
de le as njem de Tah de' Stell
el càndie de' Êllxman le
at heare heelande.
Ner êleo rihn Lorien,
heare: le Smeagol tyl!
Erdast at le irejeketat,
ielade, ti rihn êletan,
càndere at shre' ohlin tyl
vàr't càndie de' Êllxman le
at heare, heelande. >
Siinä ylistetään Lorienia, "Nyt kaikki Lorieniin", ja kuulutetaan kaikille että Klonkku on hyvä... kirjoitin joskus ehkä 2 tai 3 vuotta sitten.
>05.10.2004
Relen de' LorienNer sjenre yrde relen de' Lorien,
el yrd' me heare Ellxman càndere.
De relen tegone, mountaini el stell,
de sjenre rahn jahn' sàid, de le jahn' graen...
Mer Heelande le tyl at Derath rahn ti,
de sjenre rahn jahn' soel el eras e lì.
'Je Derath sjenre rahn jahn rid de sjenre,
er'd uledes jahn làtea Galad.
De'l amir Màrestel,
de rahn jahn luare,
de luare rahn jahn' sàid
"seada Kria"...
Jahn lefore demer' de jahn veel rahn ti,
de jahn' soel forana el eras e lì.>
Itse keksimääni kieltä, nk. eurooppalaista haltiakieltä.
Mutta okei, suomennos =) mulla on siitä loppusoinnullinenkin versio, mutta tässä melko suora käännös.
Nyt loistaa kaukaa Lorienin järvet
ja kaukaa me kuulemme haltioiden laulavan.
Ne kauniit järvet, vuoret ja tähdet,
ne loistaa mieleeni, tämä on minun maani...
Parantajan voiman kanssa on hyvä ottaa elämä vastaan,
se loistaa sieluuni eikä jätä koskaan.
Kyllä, elämäni loistaa minuun kuin se loisti
kun ylhäällä näin Valon.
Se on rakas Aurinko
joka puhuu minulle,
se puhuu mielelleni
"näytä (taika)voimasi..."
Löydän jonkun joka haluaa ottaa minut itselleen
joka tuntee sieluni eikä jätä koskaan.
>29.09.2004
Bleeding SwanThey say I can't understand
their feelings for each other
I cut myself to feel something
they say I try
to be someone else
I only wished
to feel loved
She said she didn't hate me
but why did she turn away
She made me hell
she said she wanted to
I cut myself to see my blood
that never ran in the veins
of anyone else
I cut my flesh to feel pain - didn't feel anything
An ugly duckling
long time ago
ceased hoping
to be a swan
- to fly
I cut myself.>
19.6. Ja sen vieressä mun vihkossa lukee, siinä on vähän verta, "Runo
syntyy kaipauksesta
laulu
tuskasta"
tää on laulu...
>16.09.2004
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