3) Я был поражен, прочитав книгу П.Зюскинда «Парфюмер» - *****\капать, чувак реально нарулил такого, чего раньше в литературе ***тамгде было. Также, впоследствии, порадовал Том Тыквер своей киноадаптацией, ему гениально удалось визуально передать обонятельные экстра-ощущения Жана Батиста Гренуя.
В самой же песне рассказ, как и в «Ай Сии Зе Дэд», ведется от первого лица. А «птички» в начале – это, типа, когда Жан Батист *****довал через всю страну учиться искусству парфюмера, ну и ***чил через леса, избегая городов. Вот там птички и пели.
Your Smell
1)
Since I’ve been thrown outside here
I’m all alone
But I don’t need no lovely home
I feel and taste the smell of
Everything
The odor of my vain being
I take the scent of flowers
Covered with rain
& mix it with my old pain
Nobody knows ‘bout
My God sent gift
& I don’t know about his drift
I hardly need my eyes
I see the smell
The scent of beauty, the perfume
To make me well
The formula of bliss
The pour life
Like an angel kiss
& no mankind
I felt the taste of you
Not long ago
I never felt the same
Never before…
I must save it only
For myself
In my arms, in my body
ch.
Your smell
smell
Smell of your body it creeps to my mind
Smell of your body it brings me to life
I’ve never tasted it never before
Now I want it forever, now I want it more
I don’t need you all, I’m tired of your being
I was born on the ground, I was born from sin
Out of the mother’s womb, right to the dirt
Always without care, always in mud
Tried to live alone, many miles away
Tried to be happy in my own way
With the perfume collection in my hateful mind
But I hadn’t my own smell, & it’s not right
2)
Came back to life again,
Lied that I’ve been stolen
You primitives believed it all
One day I walked through the streets
To find the rest
Like plain & uninvited guest
When suddenly I felt
Through the city air
The scent of beauty everywhere
She was a real angel
I forgot my pain
All my tortures were not just in vain
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