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Metallica Playing enter sandman live at wembley (1992)

In honor of the World’s AIDS day ——- Lyrics here ———- I translated the Russian singer’s Zemfira’s song called AIDS (SPID) and sang it. I didn’t make the video, but I decided the most appropriate video would be from Angels in America, where people’s lives are intertwined through their fight with the disease. (Note: most of the time translation is pretty accurate, but I have allowed myself to make it free at times.) I took off the earphones and heard to the wind Coming through open doors of the empty bus A horrible secret, on which the wind let me in: That there are only 24 hours left for us. And you have AIDS And that means we’re gonna die You have AIDS And that means we’re gonna die You have AIDS And that means we’re gonna die You have… So that means we… Will swallow pills on the hospital bed Won’t think about tomorrow, won’t turn on television Look for the Heavens on the map instead And then if we’re lucky, we’ll get the visas. But you have AIDS And that means we’re gonna die You have AIDS And that means we’re gonna die You have AIDS And that means we’re gonna die You have… So that means we… Did not pay back our debts and took off Good bye, mom, the keys are next door. I blew on the eye lids until they cooled off And the willows cried, as we marked their core.

I took off the headphones Was listening to the wind In the open doors Of an empty shuttle van The wind told me a terrifying secret: We only have the last twenty-four hours And you have AIDS And that means we will die You have AIDS And that means we will die But you have AIDS …

I took my earphones off and listened to the wind. Through open doors of the empty train. The wind told me a horrible secret: we just have one day left. Chorus: You’ve got AIDS — and it means, we will die. We are going to swallow pills at the hospital. Won’t think about tomorrow, won’t watch TV. Look for a «far far away land» on the map. Maybe we are lucky and will get the visas. Chorus. Didn’t cover the debts.. See you later, mama — the neighbour’s got the keys. I was blowing on my eye-lids until they cooled down. The weepping willows cried and and left marks.. A-ha. You, lazy, didn’t read in the newspaper that: You’ve got AIDS and we are far away.