Blue Eyes - Within Temptation (Lyrics)

Blue Eyes - Within Temptation (Lyrics)

Title Blue Eyes
Artist Within Temptation

Blue eyes just smile to the world
Full of dreams and with fascination
Too soon she saw that her hands were chained and pulled without any freedom
It's always the same, they fear no way out
I cannot break it
I can take it no more

It's burning me up inside
Lost all my tears, can't cry
No reason, no meaning
Just hatred
No matter how hard I try
You fear the beast inside
It's growing, it's waiting
Just to hurt you

This heart was hurt by the light and
I see your world that tries to deny us
Now everything that I love has died or has been shattered to pieces
It's always the same, they fear no way out
I cannot break it
I can take it no more

Just to hurt you
Just to hurt you

Can't you see their eyes, what lies inside
They've given up, they no longer shine
Too soon they close with one last cry
Before they turn to light

It's burning me up inside
Lost all my tears, can't cry
No reason, no meaning
Just hatred
No matter how hard I try
You fear the beast inside
It's growing, it's waiting
Just to hurt you

Just to hurt you

Within Temptationは、
オランダのシンフォニックメタル(オーケストラ、合唱とのアンサンブルは、シンフォニー・交響曲を思わせる)、ゴシックメタルバンド(中世教会風、歌詞もキリスト教がバックにある。)

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2016年8月23日火曜日

A Portrait2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

XXX
A Portrait
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

I am a kind of farthing dip,
Unfriendly to the nose and eyes;
A blue-behinded ape, I skip
Upon the trees of Paradise.
僕は鼻と目に敵意のある、
ファ一ジングすりの類。
僕はパラダイスの木々の上で飛び跳ねる、
悲感を隠した猿。

22:35 2016/05/31火

At mankind's feast, I take my place
In solemn, sanctimonious state,
And have the air of saying grace
While I defile the dinner plate.
人間の饗宴で、僕は僕の座席に着く
厳粛で、信心深げな様子で、
僕が晩餐のお皿を汚している間、
感謝の祈りを捧げている雰囲気は持っている。

21:15 2016/06/01水

I am the "smiler with the knife,"
The battener upon garbage, I --
Dear Heaven, with such a rancid life,
Were it not better far to die?

Yet still, about the human pale,
I love to scamper, love to race,
To swing by my irreverent tail
All over the most holy place;

And when at length, some golden day,
The unfailing sportsman, aiming at
Shall bag, me -- al the world shall say
Thank God, and there's an end of that!