| 00:40 Theatre Of Tragedy -> Virago |
Theatre Of Tragedy -> Virago
Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! - a swingeing shrew.
Skelp me - gar me pain,
Pray soft; tender ache.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! - a swingeing shrew |
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00:44 - 06.12.2005 · Тайлер · Журнал · Профиль |
Theatre Of Tragedy - A Distance There Is...
Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd
A distance there is ...
None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril -
Thou let'st me parchisid;
My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is huid damask .
When thou thy tears hast hidden, ""Come back!"" thou sayest -
there I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bonse, my heart
thou hast me bereaft -
But i run thou sayest; I run -
And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo ! - the shadows, the sky - decending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if is to change anyway ? !
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soakid velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatful moments shared, deliberatly push'd aside -
... a distance there is |
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