Saturday, December 11, 2004

coma black

my mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
i didn't know what love was on that day
my heart's a tiny bloodclot, i picked at it
it never heals it never goes away
i burned all the good things in the eden eye
we were too dumb to run, too dead to die
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
i would have told her then, she was the only thing
that i could love in this dying world
but the simple word "love" itself
already died and went away
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
i burned all the good things in the eden eye
we were too dumb to run, too dead to die

b) the apple of discord
her heart's bloodstained egg we didn't handle with care
it's broken and bleeding and we can never repair

دهانم باز بود و دروغ ها را در خود پرورش ميداد
من در آن روز نمي دانستم عشق چيه
قلبم لخته كو چكي از خون است : من پوستش را كنده ام
قلبم هيچ وقت خوب نخواهد شد و هيچ وقت از بين نخواهد رفت
در وسط بهشت همه چيز هاي خوب را سوزاندم
ما خيلي بي هدف براي ادامه يافتن و خيلي بي حس براي مردن هستيم
اين دنيا هرگز مال من نبوده ، تو مالك آن را بيرون كردي
من مي خواهم خودم را بكشم كه انتقام ديگران را بگيرم
مي خواستم به او بگويم كه او تنها چيزيه كه من ميتونم تو اين دنياي مردني عاشقش شوم
اما همين كلمه ساده عشق خودش قبلا مرده بود و كنار رفته بود
قلب او تكه اي از خون بود ما از آن خوب مواظبت نكرديم
آن شكست و خونش جاري شد و ما نمي توانيم هرگز آن را درست كنيم

personal jesus

Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus...
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus
Reach out and touch faith
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عيساي خصوصي تو
شخصي براي شنيدن دعاها و درخواستهاي تو
شخصي كه مراقب تو است
عيساي خصوصي تو
شخصي براي شنيدن دعاهاي و درخواستهاي تو
كسي كه هميشه آنجاست
اين يك احساسي ناشناخته است
و تو هميشه تنها هستي
جسم و استخوان
با تلفن
گيرنده را بردار
من تو را به يك با ايمان تبديل مي كنم
دومين چيز خوب را بگير
منو امتحان كن
چيز هايي تو دلته
تو احتياج داري كه اونارو اقرار كني
من رستگارت ميكنم
تو ميدوني من آمرزنده هستم
به بيرون برس و ايمانت را لمس كن

Thursday, December 09, 2004

beautiful people

I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
[Chorus:]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8]

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من تو را نميخواهم و به تو احتياجي ندارم
سعي نكن مقاومت كني وگرنه تو را هم از سر راهم بر مي دارم
تقصير تو نيست كه هميشه بهت بي احترامي مي شه
افراد ضعيف براي تصديق افراد قوي به وجود آمده اند
مردم عالي ، مردم عالي
همه چيز به اندازه قدرتت بستگي دارد
درختا نمي گذارن جنگلو ببيني
تو نمي توني بوي كثافت خودتو بفهمي
وقتي براي جدا كردن مردم نيست
از هر آدم آشغالي كه جلوي راهته ، نفرت داشته باش
هي تو چي ميبيني ؟
بعضي چيزها عالي ، بعضي چيزها مفت
هي تو آيا سعي مي كني كه بد جنس باشي ؟
دوست من تو وقتي با ميمونها زندگي مي كني پاك موندنت سخته
كرمها در هر سوراخي زندگي مي كنند
معلوم نيست كداميكي بيشتر مي خورد
مردم زشت مردم زشت
اين هم به اندازه قدرتت بستگي دارد
كاپيتاليسم جامعه را اينگونه ساخته
عقايذ قديمي فاشيستي آن را به دورها خواهد برد





سلام

سلام دوستان
تصميم گرفتم تو اين وبلاگ شعرهاي مارلين منسونو تزجمه كنم
از شما دوستان و طرفداران منسون هم مي خوام با نظراتتون به من كمك كنين
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