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Òåìà: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 03.06.2009 10:26 |
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Ïèòåð 
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1. Tomorrow's Exceptional Hero Dissolve all your pride in your misery, guys! It's only your pathos that shines in your eyes. Your words are important just devil knows where, Your mirth in the voice is a sign of despair. You've never seen life, as you've been colorblind; It's painted by poets in all undertones While you label things just as black or as white. Your black is opposed to the world of your own. If difference frightens you, you're the crowd, There's nothing your hopeless days are about. You're models of somebody's system, you're clones, You're always together, forever alone. The crowd is such a deceptive protection, The crowd is moving in just one direction. It's moving nowhere, the speed's minus zero. It's our tomorrow's exceptional hero! The sun in your world still can warm you at night, But nothing will ever be ####ing all right! Work, family, pub, sleep... Then count to ten - You'll see the same picture again and again. You can't change the rules, so you change decorations, You're frightened of getting to your one true core. You, slaves, could be kings - you are human creations, By concept a bit of a muse and a whore, A thinker, a painter, a soul to admire As well as a wreck, a destroyer, a liar, An actor sometimes, or the truth with a guile - Still better than your hypocritical smile! Your credo is envy, the reason you fail. Our world is a pedestal, yours is a jail. The crowd is such a deceptive protection, The crowd is moving in just one direction. It's moving nowhere, the speed's minus zero. It's our tomorrow's exceptional hero! Is it? 2. Life Story She's out in the rain, on the verge of despair. The smoke is twirling in fresh autumn air, Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each. She's waiting for him - he is out of reach. At last he shows up: "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late", She sighs with relief. What a wonderful date! He looks like a tramp, and she looks like a whore. A flawless match. They accept and adore The real each other with no pretending. But if they could simply imagine the ending! Some casual sex, brandy, vodka and weed - The days of the youth. They are perfect with it. The twenties will bring unforgettable nights, Mash notes and roses. She'll be mesmerized Unless one damned ring is the end of the end - Routine will ruin their castles of sand. Today she is only the pride of his pride, A bit of fluff. Sex? Well, they two never mind. But they are the victims you can't really blame - Tomorrow this story will have a new name. They'll have their freedom eroded by oaths Of love, so pristine. I'm sick of them both! It's time to grow up if it's not way too late - The concept of love stands for fear and fate. Love is alcohol multiplied by their tears, The number of both will increase in some years. Some casual sex, brandy, vodka and weed - The days of the youth. They are perfect with it. The twenties will bring unforgettable nights, Mash notes and roses. She'll be mesmerized Unless one damned ring is the end of the end Routine will ruin their castles of sand. Ten years have passed, she is still in despair. She lies in their bed, breathing close heavy air. Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each. She's waiting for him - he is out of reach. He shows up drunk in his torn baggy clothes, She leers at him. What a night for them both! She looks like an ugly and worn-out whore. They're no more able to love and adore The real each other with no pretending. But they had a way to escape from this ending. 3. The Extremes She's wearing a plait and a plain floral dress, Her skin is so pale, and her fringe is a mess. She can't link three words in the simplest phrase, And ignorance left dirty marks on her face. Her look is so frightened, her thoughts are a dump, She's shallow, naive, indecisive and numb. She won't ever part with her old silver cross, The symbol of nothing aside from her loss Of I-do-create-my-own-destiny power. Poor thing, she's still waiting for her fatal hour. He's wearing piercings and torn baggy jeans, He's now in his twenties, but looks like a teen. He's always in fight with those two shameless queers, Who play homo-love right in front of their peers. Turn back, and you'll see lady-like prostitutes, In both the word's meanings. Well, look at that dude! He's ready to take them, two ones at a time, And rape them. Oh, wait, it does sound like a crime. I'm smiling at them while I'm passing them by, Continuing singing this song in my mind. I'm so sick of living among this gray mass, Where everyone claims to be always the best. The philistine's life is so tragic and dim, It's walking in circles between the extremes. The weak stick to models, sometimes till the end. Religion, street-walking just drive me dement! The list could go on. It's the same boring theme. And fighters are always beyond the extremes. I'm so sick of living among this gray mass, Where everyone claims to be always the best. The philistine's life is so tragic and dim, It's walking in circles between the extremes. |
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Ìîå òâîð÷åñòâî. Welcome!
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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Èçâðàùåííûé âîêàë 
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Íàêóÿ òåáå ìîè òàïêè
 Âàëåíòèíà, î÷. ïðèÿòíî ))) Äà, ÿ òàêàÿ! Ýòî íå ìîé ãîëîñ, ýòî ãîëîñ Ëóêàøåíêî (ñ) |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 04.06.2009 10:29 |
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ïëàòôîðìà Ïëàíåðíàÿ
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Àïðèë 90, ÷î çàìåð? ïåðåâîäèòü êòî áóäåò? | |
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http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/gumgurush Ýòà áîëü, ýòîò êàéô, äàæå ýòî ãoâío – èìåíóåòñÿ ñ ãîðäîñòüþ – «æèçíü»(c)
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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>Àïðèë 90, ÷î çàìåð? ïåðåâîäèòü êòî áóäåò? Êîíåøíî æå ÿ! *** Ðàñòâîðèòå âñå âàøè ãîðäîñòü â íèùåòå, ðåáÿòà! Ýòî òîëüêî âàø ïàôîñ, ÷òî ñâåòèò â ãëàçà. Âàøè ñëîâà ÿâëÿþòñÿ âàæíûìè ëèøü äüÿâîë çíàåò, ãäå Âàøå âåñåëüå â ãîëîñå ÿâëÿåòñÿ ïðèçíàêîì îò÷àÿíèÿ. Âû íèêîãäà íå âèäåëè æèçíè, êàê âû öâåòîñëåïûå; Ýòî êèñòè ïîýòîâ âî âñåõ âïîëãîëîñà Ïðè ýòèêåòêå âåùè òàê æå, êàê ÷åðíûé èëè áåëûé. Âàø ÷åðíûé ïðîòèâîñòîèò ìèð âàøèõ ñîáñòâåííûõ. Åñëè ðàçíèöà ïóãàåò âàñ, âû â òîëïå, Òàì íè÷åãî âàøåé áåçíàäåæíîé äíåé î. Âû ìîäåëü-òî ñèñòåìó, âû êëîíû, Âû âñåãäà âìåñòå, âñåãäà â îäèíî÷êó. Òîëïà òàêîå çàáëóæäåíèå çàùèòû, Òîëïà äâèæåòñÿ â îäíîì íàïðàâëåíèè. Ýòî ïåðåìåùåíèå â íèêóäà, ñêîðîñòü â ìèíóñ íîëü. Ýòî íàø çàâòðàøíèé èñêëþ÷èòåëüíûé ãåðîé! Ñîëíöå â âàøåì ìèðå âñå åùå ìîæåò âàì òåïëî â íî÷íîå âðåìÿ, Íî íè÷åãî íèêîãäà íå áóäåò # # # # ING âñå â ïîðÿäêå! Ðàáîòà, ñåìüÿ, ïàá, ñîí ... Òîãäà ðàññ÷èòûâàòü íà äåñÿòü -- Âû óâèäèòå òî æå èçîáðàæåíèå ñíîâà è ñíîâà. Âû íå ìîæåòå ìåíÿòü ïðàâèëà, òàê ÷òî âû èçìåíèëè äåêîðàöèè, Òû íàïóãàë ïîëó÷èòü íà ñâîé îäèí îñíîâíîé âåðíî. Âû, ðàáû, ìîãóò áûòü êîðîëÿìè - âû òâîðåíèé ÷åëîâåêà, Ïî êîíöåïöèè íåìíîãî î Ìóñå è øëþõà, Ìûñëèòåëü, õóäîæíèê, äóøà âîñõèùàåò À êàê êðóøåíèå, îäèí èñòðåáèòåëü, ëæåö, Àêòåð èíîãäà, è ïðàâäà, ñ ëóêàâñòâîì -- Òåì íå ìåíåå ëó÷øå, ÷åì âàøè ëèöåìåðíûå óëûáêè! Âàøå êðåäî çàâèñòüþ, ïðè÷èíó îòêàçà. Íàø ìèð ïðåäñòàâëÿåò ñîáîé ïîñòàìåíò, ó âàñ â òþðüìó. Òîëïà òàêîå çàáëóæäåíèå çàùèòû, Òîëïà äâèæåòñÿ â îäíîì íàïðàâëåíèè. Ýòî ïåðåìåùåíèå â íèêóäà, ñêîðîñòü â ìèíóñ íîëü. Ýòî íàø çàâòðàøíèé èñêëþ÷èòåëüíûé ãåðîé! ßâëÿåòñÿ ëè ýòî? *** Ïðåäëàãàþ ïîñëåäíþþ ñòðî÷êó ñäåëàòü íàçâàíèåì.
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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Ïåðåâîä÷èêó. Çûêàíñêèé ïîäñòðî÷íèê!  Îñîáåííî ïîíðàâèëîñü êàê âèðòóîçíî ïåðåâåë êëþ÷åâîå ñëîâå÷êî pub ! 
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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>*** >Ïðåäëàãàþ ïîñëåäíþþ ñòðî÷êó ñäåëàòü íàçâàíèåì. íå íó à ÷¸, ãëàìóðíåíüêî òàê, íàðìàëüíà 
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Î÷åíü çäîðîâî, âñ¸-òàêè, æèòü! (ñ)
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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>Ïåðåâîä÷èêó. > >Çûêàíñêèé ïîäñòðî÷íèê! > >Îñîáåííî ïîíðàâèëîñü êàê âèðòóîçíî ïåðåâåë êëþ÷åâîå ñëîâå÷êî pub ! Íó à øî äåëàòü, åñëè íèêòî íå áåðåòñÿ... ïðèõîäèòñÿ ñàìîìó...  Íî ìíå áîëüøå ïîíðàâèëîñü: Âû ìîäåëü-òî ñèñòåìó, âû êëîíû, Çâó÷èò êàê êèáåð-ìèòüêîâñêîå ðóãàòåëüñòâî...
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 04.06.2009 15:50 |
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cringecore revival 
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ìíå âîò ýòî áîëüøå ïîíðàâèëîñü: >Ïî êîíöåïöèè íåìíîãî î Ìóñå è øëþõà,  >Òàì íè÷åãî âàøåé áåçíàäåæíîé äíåé î. åñëè âîò ýòó ôðàçó ìíîãî-ìíîãî ðàç ïðîèçíåñòè íàä ìîãèëàìè â ïîëíîëóíèå - ìîæíî íàñàììîíèòü çîìáåé ãëàâíîå, ÎÎ!! âäîõíîâåííåå òÿíóòü |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 04.06.2009 16:16 |
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Ïåðåâîä÷èêó. Ïîçàáàâèëî,êàê â ïðåäëîæåííîì ïîäñòðî÷íîì ïåðåâîäå - ìóçà òðàíñôîðìèðîâàëàñü â ìîàáèòñêîãî óçíèêà
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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ñèíòåçàòîð “Ñîëîâóøêà” 
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àâòîðñêèå ïåðåâîäû îò Ñòîïà ñòàíîâÿòñÿ äîáðîé òðàäèöèåé, ÿ ñìîòðþ | |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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Íó à ÷òî äåëàòü, åñëè àâòîðó âëîì äàòü ïîäñòðî÷íèê, êàê çäåñü ïðèíÿòî? Ïðèõîäèòñÿ ñàìîìó ïåðåâîäèòü... *** Îíà íîñèëà êîñó è ðàâíèíû ñ öâåòàìè îäåæäû, Åå êîæà íàñòîëüêî áëåäíîé, è åå ÷åëêà ÿâëÿåòñÿ áåñïîðÿäîê. Îíà íå ìîæåò ññûëêå òðè ñëîâà â ïðîñòåéøåé ôðàçû, È íåâåæåñòâà îñòàâèëè ãðÿçíûå ñëåäû íà åå ëèöå. Åå ñ íåòåðïåíèåì íàñòîëüêî íàïóãàíû, åå ìûñëè ñâàëêå, Îíà íåãëóáîêî, íàèâíàÿ, íåðåøèòåëüíû è îíåìåíèå. Îíà íèêîãäà íå áóäåò ÷àñòüþ åå ñòàðûõ ñåðåáðÿíûõ êðåñòà, Ñèìâîëîì íè÷åãî êðîìå åå óòðàòû Ì-DO-CREATE-ìîå-ñîáñòâåííûå ñóäüáû âëàñòè. Ïëîõî äåëî, îíà ïî-ïðåæíåìó æäåò ñâîåãî ÷àñà ñìåðòåëüíûì èñõîäîì. Îí íîñèòü ïèðñèíã è Torn ìåøêîâàòûé äæèíñû, Îí ñåé÷àñ â ñâîåì äâàäöàòûõ, íî âûãëÿäèò ïîäðîñòêîâ. Îí âñåãäà â áîðüáå ñ ýòèìè äâóìÿ áåññòûæèå ñòðàííûìè, Êòî èãðàåò ãîìî-ëþáâè ïðÿìî ïåðåä ñâîèìè ñâåðñòíèêàìè. Ïîâåðíóòü íàçàä, è âû óâèäèòå, êàê äàìà-ïðîñòèòóòîê,  îáîèõ ñëîâî â çíà÷åíèè. Íó, ïîñìîòðèòå, ÷òî ÷óâàê! Îí ãîòîâ ïðèíÿòü èõ, äâå èç íèõ â òîò ìîìåíò, È èçíàñèëîâàíèÿ èõ. Îé, ïîäîæäèòå, îíà çâó÷èò êàê ïðåñòóïëåíèå. ß óëûáàþñü èì â òî âðåìÿ êàê ÿ èõ ïðîõîæäåíèÿ, Ïðîäîëæàÿ ïåòü ýòó ïåñíþ, íà ìîé âçãëÿä. ß î÷åíü áîëåí æèçíè ñðåäè ýòîé ìàññû ñåðîãî, Ãäå êàæäûé óòâåðæäàåò, ÷òî îí âñåãäà ñàìûé ëó÷øèé. Ôèëèñòèìëÿíèíà æèçíè ñòîëü òðàãè÷åñêèì è òóñêëûì, Ýòî õîäèòü ïî êðóãó ìåæäó êðàéíîñòÿìè. Ñëàáàÿ ïðèäåðæèâàòüñÿ ìîäåëè, à èíîãäà è äî êîíöà. Ðåëèãèÿ, óëèöå õîäèòü òîëüêî äèñê ìåíÿ ñ óìà! Ïåðå÷åíü ìîæíî ïðîäîëæèòü. Ýòî æå ñêó÷íî òåìó. È áîéöû âñåãäà âíå êðàéíîñòåé. ß î÷åíü áîëåí æèçíè ñðåäè ýòîé ìàññû ñåðîãî, Ãäå êàæäûé óòâåðæäàåò, ÷òî îí âñåãäà ñàìûé ëó÷øèé. Ôèëèñòèìëÿíèíà æèçíè ñòîëü òðàãè÷åñêèì è òóñêëûì, Ýòî õîäèòü ïî êðóãó ìåæäó êðàéíîñòÿìè. *** Ïî-ìîåìó, ýòî ÷òî-òî ôèëîñîôñêîå...
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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cringecore revival
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>Ïðîäîëæàÿ ïåòü ýòó ïåñíþ, íà ìîé âçãëÿä. èçäîõíó îò õîõîòà
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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Êàê-òî ïîïàäàëñÿ â íåòå öåëûé ñàéò,ïîëíîñòüþ ïîñâåù¸ííûé ïåðëàì èç ìàøèííûõ ïåðåâîäîâ.Ñìåøíî äî îïèñòåíåíèÿ.Îñîáåííî õîðîøè âñåâîçìîæíûå òåõ.ðóêîâîäñòâà, àííîòàöèè è ðåêëàìíûå ïðîñïåêòû. | |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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Ïèòåð
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Ñðàçó âèäíî, ÷òî ïåðåâîäèëè îíëàéí-ïåðåâîä÷èêîì. Íà ñàìîì äåëå, â ñàìîì íàçâàíèè òåìû óêàçàíî, ÷òî òåêñòû íà àãëèéñêîì, ïîýòîìó âðÿä ëè òîò, êòî íå çíàåò ÿçûêà, ñòàíåò èõ ÷èòàòü, à êòî ÿçûê çíàåò, âñå ñàì ïîéìåò. |
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Ìîå òâîð÷åñòâî. Welcome!
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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ñèíòåçàòîð “Ñîëîâóøêà”
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>Ñðàçó âèäíî, ÷òî ïåðåâîäèëè îíëàéí-ïåðåâîä÷èêîì. â ÷îì, ñîáñòâåííî, è ëóëç. |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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Ñàíêò-Ïåòåðáóðã Áàñ-ãèòàðà, ãèòàðà 
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Íó, äóìàþ òóò íàéäåòñÿ íåìíîãî íàðîäó, êòî ñìîã áû â ïîëíîé ìåðå îöåíèòü ãðàììàòèêó èíîñòðàííîãî ÿçûêà, à òåì áîëåå õóä.äîñòîèíñòâà ïðîèçâåäåíèÿ ßâíûõ îøèáîê âðîäå íåò
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Ïîìåíüøå äóìàéòå! Ó âîêàëèñòîâ íå äîëæíî áûòü ìîçãîâ, ó íèõ â ÷åðåïå ðåçîíàòîðû. (ñ)
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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>Ñðàçó âèäíî, ÷òî ïåðåâîäèëè îíëàéí-ïåðåâîä÷èêîì. Íå, ýòî ÿ ñàì ïåðåâîäèë.  Ñ ïîìîùüþ Êñïóöòóàõóõà.
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
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> Ñ ïîìîùüþ Êñïóöòóàõóõà.
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Î÷åíü çäîðîâî, âñ¸-òàêè, æèòü! (ñ)
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 06.06.2009 11:38 |
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Ferick, ÿ òîæå òàê äóìàþ, ÿçûê ñåé÷àñ ìíîãèå çíàþò íà äîñòàòî÷íîì äëÿ ïîíèìàíèÿ óðîâíå. À îøèáîê çäåñü òî÷íî íåò) |
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Ìîå òâîð÷åñòâî. Welcome!
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 06.06.2009 11:52 |
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>Ferick, ÿ òîæå òàê äóìàþ, ÿçûê ñåé÷àñ ìíîãèå çíàþò íà äîñòàòî÷íîì äëÿ ïîíèìàíèÿ óðîâíå. >À îøèáîê çäåñü òî÷íî íåò) Çàáàâíî,÷òî â âûøåïðèâåäåííîé ðåìàðêå íåò óòî÷íåíèÿ-î êàêîì èìåííî ÿçûêå èäåò ðå÷ü. ...âïðî÷åì Êñïóöòóàõóõ ðàçóìååò â ëþáîé ìîâå.
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 09.06.2009 20:53 |
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Ðå÷ü èäåò îá àíãëèéñêîì, ýòî è òàê ïîíÿòíî)  îáùåì, åùå òåêñòû: 4. The Game My mind is poisoned by my dreams, Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes. My lips are sewn, my hands are tied, Well, I deserved it. It's all right. A chance of being understood Just stands no chance, as no one could Unlock two always open doors - You turned the keys and locked them both. A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. No love to trust, no trust to love, But you still play this useless stuff. These cupid-stupid endless games Are pure lies in subtle frames. You all agree my words are clear And so damn true! But in your fear To contradict the pattern set You solemnly declare me mad. A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. I'll change the rules or quit the game, Your strategy is really lame, So now my words are way too brusque, And it's the dawn of your dusk! A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. 5. Insane The day is revealing its new morning face, And I've disappeared - without a trace, Without a sound, without a sign, As you'll never care. Well, dear, it's fine. I left half to midnight for reasons unknown To make half the way to nowhere by dawn. I come back to earth or I drown in your eyes - Oh well, I've decided. I'm trying to flee To weaken the ties Before I get sober, Before I think twice. I can't justify it, I'll never explain Why something desired brings so much pain. It's my turn to quit, Hope you don't understand it. This theme is forbidden, and so is my song. Your arms are somewhere I'll never belong. It's to complicated for my plain mindset. I've given up something I won't ever get. My thoughts are immoral, my thoughts are profane, I save you from me - I'm becoming insane. I quit this false game, or I break all the rules. Oh well, I've decided. I'm trying to flee To weaken the ties Before I get sober, Before I think twice. I can't justify it, I'll never explain Why something desired brings so much pain. It's my turn to quit, Hope you don't understand it. I think no one knows what I'm getting at - You don't know to whom all these words have been said. I just press "escape" - you won't see me again. I think I've decided - I'm not that insane. |
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Ìîå òâîð÷åñòâî. Welcome!
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 09.06.2009 20:56 |
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Îäèí òåêñò - îäíà òåìà éîáàíà... | |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 09.06.2009 20:56 |
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ñèíòåçàòîð “Ñîëîâóøêà”
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hello again âû ëó÷øå íîâûé òîïèê çàâåäèòå |
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Òåìà: Re: Ìîè òåêñòû íà àíãëèéñêîì
Âðåìÿ: 09.06.2009 22:57 |
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cringecore revival
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Àïðèë 90 - ýòî î÷åíü êà÷åñòâåííàÿ ëèðèêà. Òîëüêî çäåñü íå òîò ðåñóðñ äëÿ íå¸. Çäåñü ëèáî ñ ïîäñòðî÷íûì ïåðåâîäîì, ëèáî âîîáùå íå âûêëàäûâàòü òàêèå òåêñòû
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