Sunday, May 24, 2009

Happy - belated - Birthday, Morrissey


YOU HAVE KILLED ME

Pasolini is me,
Accattone, you'll be,
I entered nothing and nothing entered me,
'till you came with the key,
and you did your best but�

As I live and breathe,
You have killed me,
You have killed me,
Yes I walk around somehow,
But you have killed me,
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour,
What's my life for?

Visconti is me,
Magnani,
You'll never be.

I entered nothing and nothing entered me,
'till you came with the key,
and you did your best but�

As I live and breathe,
You have killed me,
You have killed me,
Yes I walk around somehow,
But you have killed me,
You have killed me

Who am I, that I, come to be here?

As I live and breathe,
You have killed me,
You have killed me,
Yes I walk around somehow,
But you have killed me,
You have killed me

And there is no point saying this again,
There is no point saying this again,
But I forgive you,
I forgive you,
Always, I do forgive you.

2 comments:

De Facto said...

Προς στιγμή σκέφτηκαμε κατι το κακό.

Αλλά....

basik said...

Κάτι το κακό; Δηλαδή;

Και τι σας κάνει να πιστεύετε κάτι το καλό;