I`m clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
that actually existed just in your head
your fingernails painted black
or bloodred
I forget
And your fake-leather volumes
jabbering on hell
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
A star-snuffing black
so you opened your books
and you opened your legs
and so opened your heart
and let in the badness
you claimed
as your friend
with un-angels hovering
like flies round the orchard
that had covered your soul
their empire increasing
and your country
deserted by yourself
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
that life is with end
and the gestures can kill us
moreover destroy
and there is one jugdement only
Your letters came daily
in French or in German
but they meant to me nothing
I caught the slow cords
and dry ice fogging your mind
I see all too clearly now
why you could be discarded
and though I could pray for you
I probably shan`t
having had my cup filled up
with your lies
and your makeup
you were nothing
thinking you`re something
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
a sign to myself
and the memory of my past
I still write this gothic lovesong
a sign to myself
and the memory of my past
and a way to shut out your face
我轻触你的手指
因为那薄暮般的哥特体
仅存于你的幻想
我已遗忘你指甲的颜色
是黑色还是血红
你如败革摩擦般
自地狱萦绕的絮语
诉说你曾欲吐露的
颓丧堕落
你双眼如此徒劳，试图闪烁
星辰熄灭，黯淡，你打开书
张开双腿，放开心防
不再阻拦
被你称作朋友的腐坏
围绕你灵魂的不洁
如同果园中盘旋的苍蝇
他们的领地不断扩张
而你的国度自甘堕亡
教堂的钟声使我们谨记
生命终有尽头
这事实如同昭示，将我们杀死、毁灭
除了末日的审判，一无所有
你每天寄来不知所云的信
对我来说毫无意义
只是如缓慢的和弦、如干冰般
雾翳了你的思想
我终于看清 你因何被遗弃
也许我不会为你祈祷
尽管我能够……
我以无法忍受
你的谎言与伪装
你于我毫无意义却自以为是
尽管如此，我仍写下这哥特式的恋曲
仅为自己、为过去纪念
我仍写下这哥特式的恋曲
仅为自己、为过去纪念……
也为不再忆起你的面容……
- 专辑：Soft Black Stars
- 歌手：Current 93
- 歌曲：A Gothic Love Song (For N.)
