This Time Is Imperfect

Hat nicht soooviel mit Liebeskummer konkret zu tun...aber irgendwie schafft mich das Ding zu berühren...naja dacht nur vielleicht gefällts wem...

Quelle: Intro aus AFI - This Time Is Imperfect

We held hands on the last night on earth.

Our mouths filled with dust,

we kissed in the fields and under trees,

screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into leaves.

It was empty on the edge of town,

but we knew,

everyone floated along the bottom of the river.

So we walked thorugh the waste

where the road curved into the sea and shattered seasons lay,

and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.

In our cancer of passion you said,

" Death is a midnight runner ".

The sky had come crashing down

like the news of an intimate suicide.

We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars

that wore like an antique wedding dress.

The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn

as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.

The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.

I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom

and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,

but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.

I rode alone.

You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."

There is poetry in despair,

and we sang with unrivaled beauty,

bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence,

of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down depserate streets

and carved our names in the flesh of the city.

The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon

and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.

Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,

and somewhere in the wilderness

we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

hmm... kann schon ein bischen englisch, aber nicht so gut das ich den sinn des textes verstehe, könntest du es auf Deutsch übersetzen?

glg zebra