Скачать или смотреть Vocaloid - Purgatory and the Canary Girl ~ English female cover

/!\ Rien ne m'appartient excepté ma voix et mon adaptation des paroles /!\

Décidément je suis d'humeur très anglaise ces derniers mois. Oh well o/ Comme toujours, j'espère que vous apprécierez ce cover autant que j'ai aimé le chanter!

/!\ I own nothing but my voice and my adaptation of the lyrics /!\

I seem to be quite in the mood for english lately. Oh well o/ As always, hope you'll enjoy this cover as much as I enjoyed singing it!

Mix: Eaver    / @eaver-san  

Lyrics:

Down the alley I go, all the way until 8th Street
Behind the scarlet door, I can not wait to meet
The young girl who sings here at night, with a voice so pure and bright
When the sun goes down, she rises like a star

From her scent of cheap perfume, to her tasteless, shabby dress
The girl seemed right at home in this decrepit place
« I need nothing else as long as I can simply sing my songs »
So she says and goes backstage to wash her make-up off

First the owner was abashed when he saw the wad of cash
Yet, he yielded, proving once more money runs this world
So it starts, the tale of how in my utmost foolishness
I stole away the music from the young songstress

Let me lavish you, my dear, with the gifts of luxury
With finest clothing and expensive jewelry
Never more will you perform at that dingy bar til morn
Spend my riches, see, I have so many they could rot

In return, why won’t you sing ? Won’t you sing just for me
My sweet, my darling, my beloved canary
What is this look in your eye ? Order and I will comply
Anything your heart desires I shall give to you

Look outside our window, see the city’s lovely glow ?
I can snap my fingers and make it all yours, you know ?
Everyone leaves me behind, it appears to be my fate
Understand, I can’t afford you to escape, ah-ah

Day by day goes by and soon only silence fills the halls
The girl no longer sings, nor does she eat at all
She seems hardly even there and I love her vacant stare
My dear mother, bless her, used to have the same

Money makes the world go round, yes, as long as this is is true,
Anything in life can be bought and so can you
« Why are you crying ? » With a feeble smile you ask
The contempt behind it fills me with disgust

So, I whisper « I love you », your frail body close to mine
Light a match and, calmly, embrace you one last time
Let the flame consume us both, for you are mine alone
Let me show you the hellfire of my soul

In the end, however, it seems I am left on my own once more