Bronisław Opałko - Jakże mi żal dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
How sorry I feel
How sorry I feel for Hannibal’s wounded elephants,
for victims of cold and the Phoenician soldiery,
who died young among alpine violets…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for the centurion wounded in Cana,
for the drops of blood on the chicory twig…
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the history textbook.
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow... How sorry I feel for the sinful people of Gomorrah, drunk with wine,
punished by fires from heavens so badly
for the activity that was - in fact - just entertainment…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Balthazar with a heart as heavy as a stone,
when I picture him looking at the inscriptions on the wall
the moment he already knows that apart from Asian flu and hangover
there is also a holocaust, which you won’t be able to survive.
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow... How sorry I feel for the scattered Cleopatra’s cosmetics,
aloe, mandrake and honeysuckle,
among which Antonius was dying…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Ovid deported to Romania,
where he spent his tormenting nights of insomnia.
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the dark history book.
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow... Copyright®: Andrzej Pałka.
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További dalszöveg fordítások
2024.11.08.
Rubles worth nothing
(I want no K G B)
Look at them Russians, that’s not how you do it
They bomb their neighbors into smithereens
That ain’t workin’, that’s not how you do it
Rubles worth nothing and their press ain’t free
Now, that ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
For someone smart, he is acting dumb.
If it’s true you want to make some renovations
Don’t bomb the place to Kingdom Come
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
See the great Vladimir riding bareback for the papers
What a photo opportunity!
He won’t let his people see the cities he’s been bombing
They won’t hear that he wrecked their economy
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
I should’a learned to work the Kremlin
I should’a learned to be Putin’s friend
Make myself a couple hundred million dollars
And hope he doesn’t shoot me in the end
And he’s gone nuts. What’s this? Ukraine invasion?
Destruction of their cities and their industry?
Oh, this ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
Now your ruble’s worth nothing and their press ain’t free
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
Now this ain’t workin’, not the way you do it
This killing ain’t a good strategy
This ain’t work-in’! This ain’t how you do it.
Seen as a failure by posterity!
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
2024.11.08.
Bodiam Sky
always remember the two of us dreaming a world
we can dream to the end
sun coming up in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never change
or forget how it is to be young and in love
at the edge and alive
holding each other together forever and promising
never to die
or forget how it feels to be sealed with a kiss
in this dream of a world
at the edge of it all
sun going down in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never fall
or forget how this world is now
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming to the end
how this world is found
in love at the edge
young and alive and forever in the sun
how this world is ours
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
dreaming
together
forever
2024.11.07.
Where's my head going?
I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
2024.11.07.
Art for 100 (skit)
All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself