Barbora Poláková - dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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I don't understand

I sit between your acquaintances,
you all speak Spanish, nobody is talking with me.
I'm smiling and pretend I don't mind it,
and even pretend, that I somewhere like see something, what I'm interested in.
And I'm thinking, if and when will it end already,
if we would undestand ourselves, if I would understand you.

And I don't understand, I don't understand what I'm doing here,
and if and when will it end,
how did I get there, I don't understand,
I don't understand.

I look into the ground, I look at you,
I look at my hands, I look into myself,
I look at sir, and don't understand what I am doing here.
What am I doing here.

I wait for examination, full waiting room,
one crying girl goes out after every other.
One was with mum,
second probably with husband, third alone,
all of them were crying.

Probably it's because of that, where we're sitting,
what is this waiting room?
Maybe I'll be crying too,
I'll be surprised.

And I don't understand, I don't understand what I'm doing here,
and if and when will it end,
how did I get there, I don't understand,
I don't understand.

I look into the ground, I look at you,
I look at my hands, I look into myself,
I look at lady, and don't understand what I am doing here.

What am I doing here.

I see at Národní [1] mass of people,
I hurry, I don't see, I force my way to my door.
I see man without a leg, lady with a scarf and child
and man with accordion, who looks, that he really can't see.

And then I will meet Peter Binder [2] here,
I tell him, how many things I don't understand,
and then he'll tell me that sentence, that sentence,
that I will write on a wall of my flat later.

Even if it doesn't look good, it works for goodness.

I understand a little bit, I understand what am I doing here,
and I don't ask, if it will end,
how did I get there, I don't understand,
but it doesn't mind.

But it doesn't mind,
it doesn't mind, I understand what am I doing here.
But it doesn't mind,
but it doesn't mind,
but it doesn't mind, I understand what am I doing here.
What am I doing here.

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They no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
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Dear missing love.

~~~~~

Dear missing love.

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Heavenly serenade
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Go
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The taste of your kisses
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Since my love
Is no longer mine
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Just tell her about the tears it costs us
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Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
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The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
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Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more

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“Good evening”
The taste of her kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”

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Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”

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Heavenly serenade

Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”

Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”