Björk – Pagan Poetry

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  1. Pedalling through
    The dark currents
    I find
    An accurate copy
    A blueprint
    Of the pleasure
    In me

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    A secret code carved
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    A secret code carved

    He offers
    A handshake
    Crooked
    Five fingers
    They form a pattern
    Yet to be matched

    On the surface simplicity
    But the darkest pit in me
    It's pagan poetry
    Pagan poetry

    Morsecoding signals (signals)
    They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
    (pulsate) from my hibernating

    On the surface simplicity
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    But the darkest pit in me
    It's pagan poetry
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    Pagan poetry

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    She loves him, she loves him

    This time
    She loves him, she loves him
    I'm gonna keep it to myself
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him
    This time
    I'm gonna keep me all to myself
    She loves him, she loves him
    And he makes me want to hand myself over
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him
    And he makes me want to hand myself over

  2. Pedalling through
    The dark currents
    I find an accurate copy
    A blueprint of the pleasure in me

    [Chorus 1]
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    A secret code carved
    A secret code carved
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

    [Verse 2]
    He offers a handshake
    Crooked five fingers
    They form a pattern
    Yet to be matched

    [Chorus 2]
    On the surface simplicity
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    But the darkest pit in me
    And it's pagan poetry
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    Pagan poetry

    [Verse 3]
    Morse coding signals (signals)
    They pulsate (wake me up)
    They wake me up
    (pulsate) from my hibernating

    [Chorus 2]
    On the surface simplicity
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    But the darkest pit in me
    And it's pagan poetry
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    Pagan poetry

    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

    [Outro]
    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    I…
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    This time
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    I'm going to keep it to myself
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    This time
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    I'm going to keep me all to myself
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    And he makes me want to hand myself over
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    And he makes me want to hand myself over
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    (She loves him, she loves him)
    (She loves him, she loves him)

  3. Understand the simplicity by the darken spit in me an its pagan poetry. Pagan peotry 🌅🐘👀🏃🙌👓💍👣👣👣👣👣😳😛😥🚁🚦🚜🇬🇧🇺🇸🎭💒🏪🏤⛺🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🌉🗻✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈✈🚣🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🗿🗿🗿♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨♨🔁🔁🔁🔁🔁🔁🔁🔁🔁🚹📴🔯🔱

  4. Pedaling through
    The dark currents
    I find an accurate copy
    A blueprint of the pleasure in me
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    A secret code carved
    A secret code carved

    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    He offers a handshake
    Crooked five fingers
    They form a pattern

    Yet to be matched
    On the surface simplicity
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    But the darkest pit in me
    Is pagan poetry
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

    Pagan poetry
    Morse coded signals
    They pulsate
    They wake me up

    From my hibernate
    On the surface simplicity
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

    But the darkest pit in me
    Is pagan poetry
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    Pagan poetry
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
    (Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

    I love him, I love him

    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    I love him, I love him
    She loves him, she loves him
    (This time)

    She loves him, she loves him
    (I'm gonna keep it to myself)
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him
    (This time)
    She loves him, she loves him
    (I'm gonna keep me all to myself)
    She loves him, she loves him
    (But he makes me want to hand myself over)
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him
    (But he makes me want to hand myself over)
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him
    She loves him, she loves him

  5. Pagan Poetry (оригинал Björk)

    Языческая поэзия (перевод Элла Дементьева из Уссурийска)

    Pedalling through

    Проезжая на велике через

    The dark currents

    Тёмные потоки,

    I find

    Я нахожу

    An accurate copy

    Точную копию –

    A blueprint

    Проект

    Of the pleasure

    Наслаждения

    In me

    Внутри меня.

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    Вьющиеся чёрные лилии дозрели,

    A secret code carved

    На них – выгравированный секретный код.

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    Вьющиеся чёрные лилии дозрели,

    A secret code carved

    На них – выгравированный секретный код.

    He offers

    Он предлагает

    A handshake

    Рукопожатие.

    Crooked

    Скрюченные

    Five fingers

    Пять пальцев,

    They form a pattern

    Они составляют шаблон,

    Yet to be matched

    Которому ещё нужно подойти.

    On the surface simplicity

    На поверхности – наивность,

    But the darkest pit in me

    Однако самая темная яма – во мне.

    It's pagan poetry

    Это – языческая поэзия,

    Pagan poetry

    Языческая поэзия.

    Morse coding signals (signals)

    Азбука Морзе шифрует сигналы (сигналы),

    They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up

    Они пульсируют (будят меня), и будят меня

    (Pulsate) from my hibernating

    (Пульсируют) от моей спячки.

    On the surface simplicity

    На поверхности – наивность,

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    Вьющиеся чёрные лилии дозрели,

    But the darkest pit in me

    Однако, самая темная яма – во мне.

    It's pagan poetry

    Это – языческая поэзия…

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    Вьющиеся чёрные лилии дозрели…

    Pagan poetry

    Языческая поэзия…

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    Вьющиеся чёрные лилии дозрели…

    I love him, I love him

    Я люблю его, я люблю его,

    I love him, I love him

    Я люблю его, я люблю его,

    I love him, I love him

    Я люблю его, я люблю его,

    I love him, I love him

    Я люблю его, я люблю его,

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его.

    This time

    На сей раз

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его,

    I'm gonna keep it to myself

    Я оставлю это при себе.

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его,

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его,

    This time

    На сей раз

    I'm gonna keep me all to myself

    Я сберегу себя для себя.

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его,

    And he makes me want to hand myself over

    И он вызывает у меня стремление защищаться.

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его,

    She loves him, she loves him

    Она любит его, она любит его,

    And he makes me want to hand myself over

    И он вызывает у меня стремление защищаться.

    Источник: https://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/b/bjork/pagan_poetry.html

    © Лингво-лаборатория «Амальгама»: www.amalgama-lab.com/.

  6. Vespertine is the best I've heard so far. And great musicians that fit so well with her unique style !

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