A Gothic love song (live 18062004)

Im clicking your fingers
我輕點你的手指
for a gothic twilight
為著這哥特式的黃昏
that actually existed
它僅真切存在於
just in your head
你的腦海
your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget
你的指甲塗成黑色，還是血色，我記不清
and your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell
而你那人造革的書冊，絮語著地獄
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
你渴望散發出顯而易見的頹廢
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
雙眼極力閃爍出冷漠的光
a star-snuffing black so you opened your books
星光黯淡下來，你打開了書
and you opened your legs and so opened your heart
你打開了腿，也打開了心扉
and let in the badness you claimed as your friend
容許邪惡侵入，宣稱它是你的朋友
with un-angels hovering like flies around the orchard
盤旋的不是天使，更像是環繞果園的飛蠅
that had covered your soul their empire increasing
它們遮蔽了你的靈魂，擴展著勢力
and your country deserted by your self
而你的王國，毀於自己之手
the bells of st. mary call us to remember
聖瑪麗的鐘聲傳來，將我們的記憶喚醒
that life is with end
生命終有盡頭
and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy
此種姿態能將我們殺死，抑或毀滅
and there is one judgment only
這只有唯一的審判
your letters came daily in french or in german
你的書信一日日地從法國或者德國寄來
but they meant to me nothing i caught the slow chords
但它們對我而言毫無意義我突然發現，是緩慢收緊的繩索
and dry ice fogging your mind
和乾冰蒸騰的霧氣，讓你的思緒迷濛不清
i see all too clearly now why you could be discarded
我現在看得如此清晰，你為何會被拋棄
and though i could pray for you i probably shant
但我依然為你禱告，儘管或許不應如此
having had my cup filled up with your lies and your make -up
我的生命曾被你的謊言與偽裝充斥
you were nothing thinking youre something
你自以為是，但你其實什麼都不是
and nonetheless i still writethis gothic love song
儘管如此，我仍舊寫下這首哥特式的情歌
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
那是給我自己的印記，那是我的回憶
i still write this gothic love song
我仍舊寫下這首哥特式的情歌
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
一個給我自己的舊日印記
and a way to shut out your face
也是一種忘記你面容的方式