Dariush - همرنج (Hamranj) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

English

Fellow Sufferer

All who are fellow soldiers, fellow ragers, fellow sufferers are one
All who are fellow celebrators, fellow collaborators, fellow profiteers are one
Those that with you are fellow soldiers, want to be victorious over the enemy
Those that with you are fellow ragers, want to scream with you that 'we are right'
Those that with you are fellow sufferers, knows who wants your suffering
If you are not a fellow celebrator, however, they drink the blood of your children
If you are not a fellow collaborator, however, they will strike the back of your feet until you fall and swim upstream
If you are not a fellow profiteer, however, they say that your suffering is their profit
'If you are of tired body, I am lively, if you are of bounded feet, I am free'

Those that are to be your fellow profiteers, however, ask from your suffering who else is to deserve the profit other than you?
From our suffering who is to deserve the profit other than us?
You will make weapons from pride and grudges and your fellow soldier will say:
Our battle will last, our rage burns, our treasure is our future

In a green spring evening,
From the empty tablecloths of villages spread upon the captivity of the sad villagers, from the heart of an ear of wheat
In the onset of the charming rain, you will rise
And the village, with you, will sing the song of rage again

In a yellow winter morning,
From the strong suffering crowd, the workers blossomed from the epic wheels, swarf, and iron in the factories
From the hands of the skilled man, in the creation of the world's pride, you will rise
And the factory, with you, will sing the song of rage again

In a crimson summer noon,
From the noble blooming stronghold, in the riverside of sickles and decrees, books and hands, and guns, you will rise
And the city, with you, will sing the song of rage again
In a bloody autumn afternoon, you will rise
From the villages, factories, and homes, you will rise, you will rise

Every blood brother, if they are not hungry and you are, they are the enemy of
the household
Every strangers of hunger and the hungry are together, but they are brothers
Every brother that puts you to sleep and eats their bread is a friend of your enemies
In our battle, hunger is the hunger of your comrade

With the child of a martyr on back, with seed of the martyr in belly,
Full of grudges, full of rage
The wives of the village stood upon the corpses of their martyred men while the soldiers made their way around them

Well, although we won suffering and we are wounded, until the arrival of the deathless hope, we die everyday
With the light of grudges we have identified the night
With the horse of crimson calamity, until the beatless heart of death, we rode
Until the blossoming of mankind, until the blowing of yells, until the arrival of the sun, we are alive
Well, although, although...

Be silent, with memory of him who that, in the dawn, gave his life
Be silent, be silent in the memory of him that, with the hope of creation, died
Be silent, in the memory of the rage of that proud martyr
Be silent, in the memory of the him that his lover is wounded
If you arrive at anger from being silent, be silent

The crying of mother, was the sound of the sacrifice of life, that in the portico, was swirling
The crying of mother, was the sound of cold death, that in the autumn, was swirling
Brother said, it is the tradition of wolf and mankind
Brother said, it is the tradition of dagger and soul
My body shook, it filled by heart with rage and blood
Brother said, I am a man of the country. Brother saddled his own horse and rode to the mountains.
Hello, oh, continuous rage
Goodbye, my dear Brother
It was an onset of wind, rain, and a bloody autumn
With the rage of the blood of Father in our home, Brother rode
Brother facing the triumph of the night
Clergyman upon the height of a roof
Father asleep in his own blood
The dawn was blowing peacefully

The crying old gardener of a surprise attack said:
Without you, oh, rose bud of a martyr
All of my flowers have become flowers of yearning, and the breeze has the scent of faithlessness and surrender. The scent of losing life.
If the dirt is to have wonder, the mouth of the garden would be full of screams
And the crimson tree would sing the grudges of the flowers with rage
Oh how I wish
That there were again roses in the garden

The gardener sat next to corpse of the roses
The last crimson, the flower of polluted blood
The flower of the martyr, the yell of the garden
The rose was shot by a shooting squad of ice
Under the winter volley of night, the rose saw the growing dream of freedom
The green heart of the rose, with the bloody sound in the night, the garden sung
From the night of the yellow winter until dawn
The dawn of the crimson spring is the distance of one spring
Until the coming of the roses, there is no path
You can
You can be the rose
The gardener wiped his tears with a scarf

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Epica - Arcana dalszöveg fordítás

2024.11.24.

Arcana

Hear me
I want you to hear me
My cries
See me
As I want you to see me
Alive

Life
It feels eternal when you're close to me
A bird without its wings cannot be free
Your spirit feels a cold embrace that slowly fades
Rise
I see a future bright and crystal clear
Be brave, aim higher and don't disappear
Defy the odds
Into eternity and endlessly

Heal me
I want you to heal me
My heart

And in the dark I see you hiding from the light
Your destiny there written in the stars until the end of time

Heal me
I want you to heal me
My heart
See me
As I want you to see me
Alive

Breathe (breathe)
And through the pain and tears we truly feel
You'll find a way through chaos and all fear
No soul denies a symmetry that's meant to be
Fly (fly)
Your wings will catch the wind and set you free
Cast off the weight and dreams will reappear
A king and queen
Ride on eternally forever free

Free me
I long to be free

And in the dark I see you hiding from the light
Your destiny there written in the stars until the end of time

Hear me
I want you to hear me
My cries
See me
As I want you to heal me
To be alive

Step in the light, your heart is fighting for your life
We resonate, a dueled fate lives deep within the grand design

See me
I want you to see me
Hear me
As I want you to hear me
Free me (See)
I want you to free me (It's my time to rise from the debris)
Heal me (Break)
As I want you to heal me (All the chains on me)
See me (Breathe)
I want you to see me (And release the toxic energy)
Hear me (Find)
As I want you to hear me (Your serenity)
Be alive

Jorge Ben Jor - O Telefone Tocou Novamente dalszöveg fordítás

2024.11.24.

Megcsörrent megint a telefon

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Megcsörrent megint a telefon
Felvettem, de nem a szerelmem volt
Biztos még mindig haragszik rám nagyon

Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár
Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár

Mert csak ő ért meg,
csak ő fogad be engem,
ha fent vagy lent vagyok,
Ő a béke a belső fergetegben
ő a védelmem
ő a tükröződő lelkiállapot.

Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár
Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár

Mellette jobban magam vagyok
Mellette én egy angyal vagyok
Mellette én gyerek vagyok
Csupa béke, csupa szeretet
és türelem

Megcsörrent megint a telefon...

Chabelo - Si los niños gobernaran al mundo dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

2024.11.23.

If children would rule the world

I.went for a walk today
Through friendly streets
The friendly streets of my city
Everyone turns to look at me
To look at me curiously

Just one small, playful, friendly child
Small and mischievous
Looked at me with trust
He was singing and laughing as he played
Laughing and playing as I walked away

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

Everyone turns to look at me
To look at me curiously
People are ready to judge me when I smile
When I smile, they look at me with malice

Just one small, playful, friendly child
Small and mischievous
Looked at me with trust
He was singing and laughing as he played
Laughing and playing as I walked away

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

Mangament - Pornobisogno dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

2024.11.23.

Porncraving

It is known everywhere
The girls of Venus
The girls of Venus are infected by Venereal Diseases
In fact no one goes to the primaries/chief physicians to vote,
Anyone with problems of the urinary tract
But I am the chairman
And I don´t care about nothing
And further
I started again with HIV-love
And I don´t understand why you are upset
you have no reason
If I told you that the result is positive, really
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
All the porn
Now I'm taking this sick word
And spread it to the whole electorate
This is a less invasive method
I will sit down in the armchair of a television talk show
And in a second I'll explain my program to you, so
Now I'm buying the TV, the love, newspapers and the Voodoo guru and I think
That this freedom is a little simple
As news, really
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
All the porn
All the porn
All the porn
And with a sick glow on the face
Saying: 'It's crazy not to carry this cross
Everyone thinks so much of themselves
So let it be, love,
And tell me, what am I to you?
What am I to you?