Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes - Un Jour... La Mort dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

One Day. . .Death

One day, Death, that great demonic woman
Invited me into her fantastical abode.
For a long time, she had observed me, spied on me
Using her gifts, her magical charms.
She arched her feline rump,
Half-closed her sleep-heavy eyelids
Behind which shone two eyes of ambush.
Breath coming short, lips parted
She murmured: come to my home, come, come
Approach, come roll yourself up in my rest
My rest - rest - rest - eternal rest.
So, cutting my umbilical-cord emblem
I absorbed three tubes of restful sleeping-pills.
Thus began the maelstrom of decadence
Similar to that of the land which bore me
The killer-governments were always in place
Napalm burned our houses and our fields
The rich burst before the working class
Everywhere, there was nothing but tumult, war-cries
I ran, seeking to protect the children
The children, shit, why do that to children
The nursery-schools were leaping with dynamite
The Spanish houses of cards were collapsing
Victims of congenital malformations
Were the only ones left standing, victorious.
The Elysees, the White Houses, the Kremlins,
The cream-caramels, the chocolate creams--
Say, Death, dear woman, beautiful Death
You're squeezing me a little too close, too tightly
I'm not really a lesbian, you know?
Your arms, encircling me, hinder my breathing
Your perfume is making me nauseous--
Say, Death, dear woman, beautiful Death
On this side of the hereafter,
Where can one find the way of Love--
On earth, I refused the lie, the vanity of Being
Here, the typists tap on their bongos
Horrible rhythms which thunder through my entrails--
Say, Death, dear woman, beautiful Death
Send me back to that side of Life
I want to know the love of Peter-the-Recalcitrant
I still need to give and to receive
I need to fight for a new world
I want to know the Year 01 that our friends were talking about
I still want to build snowmen
In winter, on the white roofs of the factories
I want to blow up the highways
And walk in the tall grass of the countryside
I want to embrace boys and girls
Open-mouthed, kissing their hot lips
I want to get drunk on the saliva of my beloved
I want to love and to die a natural death
Like everyone, two feet in my shoes*--
Give me Life again, Death, Beautiful Death
And I will make you a child.
 
i hope this translation was useful to you. use it wherever, i don't mind.
i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be 'word for word'.


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