Оказа се, че аз съм можела да пиша тестове на песни... кой да се сети. ;д Както и да е, ето ги няколкото ми жалки опита да сътворя текст-поезия...
As it was today, I see the pages, all in black and white,
the childish book, my guardian this night.
And suddenly, I see again the past,
I see the pictures running fast through the old thin pages,
taking their last breath that they saved for me for ages...
But my old, fragile book
is turning now to snowflakes
with all its magic for luck,
for love and for escape...
And now the paper slip through my frozen hands,
the little child is gone.
She left behind all the magic lands,
she's empty now, she saled her fragile soul...
Това беше написано от влиянието на една песен... и "спомена" за книга с черно-бели илюстрации. Спомен е в кавички, защото майка ми твърди, че никога не съм имала такава книга.
You knew I'll never stop and wait,
you knew everything about my faith.
I didn't want to destroy everything we had,
but it all became a victim of my wrath...
Did you ever saw me next to your bed?
Have I ever longed for your death?
No, you knew I'd never did it,
even though I was your inner pain, your Lilith...
But once, I wanted power.
The time passed, that wish grew in desire.
Yet, I never needed you hurt...
But still, you fell inlove with my passion, wtih my hunt...
And you? You were my Adam, my long-forgotten sin,
you were the loner deep within.
I could even kill you, just to feel the thrill.
But you know I'd never did it -
'cause I'm yout inner pain, your Lilith..
Така... това го написах до един фонтан в Загреб, докато си губех времето и правех нищо на предпоследния ден от екскурзията ни преди месец. А Лилит всъщност е онази мацка от библията... първата съпруга на Адам, но била твърде непокорна и Бог я... отстранил. Не знам откъде ми дойде идеята.
За да не пиша прекалено дълг пост, ще прехвърля следващите две в нов...
Back to loneliness
As it was today, I see the pages, all in black and white,
the childish book, my guardian this night.
And suddenly, I see again the past,
I see the pictures running fast through the old thin pages,
taking their last breath that they saved for me for ages...
But my old, fragile book
is turning now to snowflakes
with all its magic for luck,
for love and for escape...
And now the paper slip through my frozen hands,
the little child is gone.
She left behind all the magic lands,
she's empty now, she saled her fragile soul...
Това беше написано от влиянието на една песен... и "спомена" за книга с черно-бели илюстрации. Спомен е в кавички, защото майка ми твърди, че никога не съм имала такава книга.
Lilith
You knew I'll never stop and wait,
you knew everything about my faith.
I didn't want to destroy everything we had,
but it all became a victim of my wrath...
Did you ever saw me next to your bed?
Have I ever longed for your death?
No, you knew I'd never did it,
even though I was your inner pain, your Lilith...
But once, I wanted power.
The time passed, that wish grew in desire.
Yet, I never needed you hurt...
But still, you fell inlove with my passion, wtih my hunt...
And you? You were my Adam, my long-forgotten sin,
you were the loner deep within.
I could even kill you, just to feel the thrill.
But you know I'd never did it -
'cause I'm yout inner pain, your Lilith..
Така... това го написах до един фонтан в Загреб, докато си губех времето и правех нищо на предпоследния ден от екскурзията ни преди месец. А Лилит всъщност е онази мацка от библията... първата съпруга на Адам, но била твърде непокорна и Бог я... отстранил. Не знам откъде ми дойде идеята.
За да не пиша прекалено дълг пост, ще прехвърля следващите две в нов...