A Gothic Love Song (Live 18062004)

I'm clicking your fingers
我轻点你的手指
for a gothic twilight
为着这哥特式的黄昏
that actually existed
它仅真切存在于
just in your head
你的脑海
your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget
你的指甲涂成黑色，还是血色，我记不清
and your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell
而你那人造革的书册，絮语着地狱
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
你渴望散发出显而易见的颓废
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
双眼极力闪烁出冷漠的光
a star-snuffing black so you opened your books
星光黯淡下来，你打开了书
and you opened your legs and so opened your heart
你打开了腿，也打开了心扉
and let in the badness you claimed as your friend
容许邪恶侵入，宣称它是你的朋友
with un-angels hovering like flies around the orchard
盘旋的不是天使，更像是环绕果园的飞蝇
that had covered your soul their empire increasing
它们遮蔽了你的灵魂，扩展着势力
and your country deserted by your self
而你的王国，毁于自己之手
the bells of st. mary call us to remember
圣玛丽的钟声传来，将我们的记忆唤醒
that life is with end
生命终有尽头
and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy
此种姿态能将我们杀死，抑或毁灭
and there is one judgment only
这只有唯一的审判
your letters came daily in french or in german
你的书信一日日地从法国或者德国寄来
but they meant to me nothing i caught the slow chords
但它们对我而言毫无意义 我突然发现，是缓慢收紧的绳索
and dry ice fogging your mind
和干冰蒸腾的雾气，让你的思绪迷蒙不清
i see all too clearly now why you could be discarded
我现在看得如此清晰，你为何会被抛弃
and though i could pray for you i probably shan't
但我依然为你祷告，尽管或许不应如此
having had my cup filled up with your lies and your make-up
我的生命曾被你的谎言与伪装充斥
you were nothing thinking you're something
你自以为是，但你其实什么都不是
and nonetheless i still write this gothic love song
尽管如此，我仍旧写下这首哥特式的情歌
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
那是给我自己的印记，那是我的回忆
i still write this gothic love song
我仍旧写下这首哥特式的情歌
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
一个给我自己的旧日印记
and a way to shut out your face
也是一种忘记你面容的方式