Boris Vian - La complainte du progrès (Les Arts ménagers) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
The Laments of Progress
Formally, to make his court,
We would discuss our love
To better prove his lust
We would offer our hearts
But now, it has changed a lot.
This changes, that changes
To seduce the dear angel
We have to slip our ear
Oh Gudule!
Come and kiss me!
And I will give you:
A fridge,
A beautiful scooter,
A fancy food processor,
A Dunlopillo,
A fancy cooker,
with a glass oven,
A zillion cutlery,
And cake shovels.
A blender
to make the vinaigrette,
A gorgeous ventilator,
To take away the odors.
Heated-blankets,
A waffle gun,
A plane for two,
And together we’ll be happy!
Formerly, when he arrived,
We would worry
That the gloomy air around us would leave
Into the dishes
Now what do you want!
Life is so expensive!
You said: go to your mother’s place!
And you would keep it all!
Oh Gudule!
Apologize!
Or I will take back,
My fridge,
My cutlery cabinet,
My iron sink,
My oil stove,
My wax shoes,
My iron-slugs,
My ice stools,
And my hunting dogs.
My blender,
The filthy trash,
And the french-fry cutter!
With the towel warmers,
With the potato cannons,
The ripe tomatoes,
The chicken filet.
But very, very quickly,
We get a visit,
From a sweet little one
That you offered us a heart
So we cave,
Because he have to help you,
And we will live like this,
Until next time,
And we will live like this,
Until next time,
And we will live like this.
To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.
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2024.11.24.
EMILIA • WRONG ADDRESS
An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.
Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.
At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.
When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.
Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.
2024.11.24.
I will Win (I Wanna Be a Hero) credits version
Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page
I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
I will win!
Pokémon!
2024.11.24.
Heavenly clouds
Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.
Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?
No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.
2024.11.24.
The solitary man of the night
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
I have departed, solitary and dejected
Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips
I have departed from your city
Packed my rucksack and left
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips