Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

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перевод фигов, но че уж...

Ботинки из сияющей кожи,
Отхлестай девочку в темноте.
Со звоном приходит твой слуга - не прогоняй его;
Ударь, госпожа, исцели его сердце.

Греховные мечтания уличных фонарей...
Отбрось в сторону костюм, который она должна была надеть.
Властность в наряде из мехов горностая -
Северин, Северин ждет тебя там.

Я устал, я утомлен,
Я бы мог проспать тысячу лет...
Тысячи снов - кто бы разбудил меня?
Тысячи цветов, переливающихся, словно слезы.

Сияющие кожаные ботинки,
Кожа, сверкающая в темноте,
Язык ожидающего тебя кнута...
Ударь, госпожа, исцели его сердце.

Северин, Северин, ты так немногословен...
На колени, Северин!
Испытай кнут, любимый,
Испытай кнут, умоляй меня...

Я устал, я утомлен,
Я бы мог проспать тысячу лет...
Тысячи снов - кто бы разбудил меня?
Тысячи цветов, переливающихся, словно слезы.

Ботинки из сияющей кожи,
Отхлестай девочку в темноте.
Со звоном приходит твой слуга, Северин - пожалуйста, не прогоняй его;
Ударь, госпожа, исцели его сердце.

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
They're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
You don't love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
It is your turn, beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where, going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day
They feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way
that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world