ASP - Variete Obscur dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Variete Obscur

Every night, the fine society of the city,
punctually at eight, the door opens in the basement
So gallantly welcomes the director the ladies and gentlemen
Gives everyone a hand: welcome here in Varieté Obscur
 
And the gentlemen, supple the tail, the cylinder, the
stick,
They like to leave them with the day at the wardrobe
Every night, the ladies and gentlemen sort out anew
One chats and laughs, the everlasting hunger always in view.
 
I sit here as always
in my niche waiting in the half-dark
and hardly notice the splendor.
What do I care about the looks
from the other tables,
I thought, sweet Emma, only about you.
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
How to serve the Liliputans liverily
On the silver tablet the powdery powdery powder
No thanks! Although it's like champagne included in the price
Can it be something else?
The same as always, you already know me
 
No renunciation, I only wait for the idea, because,
when finally the light is dimmed, I know its soon
so far
It's ten, hardly one here really looks at the show,
already too often seen, the sensation as incidental.
 
So some hand moves smoothly
in the tropical heat when Godeaux, the snake,
crawls around on the stage.
He winds around bars
through the smallest cracks,
but I, sweet Emma, just wait for you!
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
It is time, and while the bearded lady sings,
I make myself ready as an attentive hunter, my eyes wander.
And so close, you suddenly appear, do not know how and where, but now you are there, so some hand travel back in the short term.
 
Hardly a man who does not want her, as she stands smiling,
he stared as if, at every table, he showed the goods,
In front of the belly, cigars and also cigarettes and more,
what is still needed when the night comes
to a climax.
 
And finally, finally you come,
I can smell you already, Jack the Wolfhuman howls,
can not do anything like that!
You look at me,
give me a match-book, secretly, there
'Meet me later, behind the tapet door'
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
I walk almost like remote-controlled,
as if Jean had the puppeteer
me on the cross in his hand
And led quite without will as a Marionette,
I have never known a woman like you, Emma
O Emma, you are so beautiful,
probably not from this world,
my angel, what did you do?
You have warned me every time,
when I get insane, but then,
Emma, you laughed again
 
I know I should have listened to you long ago
I am unrestrained in your net stockings
O hell, no one can deceive like you, kiss
I'd rather not come back from here, Emma
 


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