Jean Ferrat - Les Tournesols dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

English

The sunflowers

My black and starving prince
My poor bum in the making
You, who lived ghostly
While painting your old clodhoppers
You who was going like a drinker

You, who were thrown in the brook
You were shivering in your loft
While inventing a new art
You were nothing at the 50 ranking position
You weren’t trendy as requested
With your crazy face
To attract capitals

(Chorus)
But in an air-conditioned safe
In the Land of the Rising Sun
Your leaning appearance sunflowers
Sleep in their silver prison
Their heads eternally frozen,
Will not see more wandering nights
The tawny brown sun set
On the countryside of Provence

You used to arrive thus in life
Like a bull in a china shop
The junk bourgeoisie
Showed you her disdain
And you steeped into darkness
And you drowned in bistros
The absinthe to your gloomy thoughts
Like the blade of a knife
You’re worthless neither on the charts
Nor on the front pages of newspapers
You, who lived in big trouble
Without selling any of your paintings

In your quivering palette
Of pale sulphur and infinity
Your painting as a challenge
Launches a flamboyant complaint
In this world of crumbling values
Vincent my flower, my beautiful bird
So here you’re Eldorado
Of the triumphant bourgeoisie
You’re the star of the 50 ranking position
You’re trendy as requested
It’s in your crazy face
They placed their capitals.

(Chorus)
But in an air-conditioned safe
In the Land of the Rising Sun
Your leaning appearance sunflowers
Sleep in their silver prison
Their heads eternally frozen,
Will not see more wandering nights
The tawny brown sun set
On the countryside of Provence.

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BobB - Putin's War Drags On dalszöveg fordítás

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Putin's War Drags On

Putin's war drags on and on
Since his forces invaded Ukraine.
For two years now, Russian soldiers
Have followed his orders. Imagine the pain!

Actually, the Russian attack
Dates way back to twenty-fourteen
When Putin stole Ukrainian land.
The current invasion's a bloodier scene.

Life goes on for the rest of the world.
We work we play we party we feast.
Ukrainians are suffering,
But some people don't care in the least.

Extremist Republicans who kiss
The ring of king Trump, do not care
If Ukraine falls, or if the country
Is torn to shreds by the eastern bear.

If Putin is victorious, then
Other countries may fall as well.
People will suffer, and what's more,
The Russian brute will be hard to repel.

Pressure on Putin and aid to Ukraine
Are two ways to put an end to the war.
The dictator already has
A great deal to answer for.

Halloween Hopes - Tiny Trunk Tyrant dalszöveg fordítás

2024.11.23.

Tiny Trunk Tyrant

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a ruler of the largest country
You're lying Tsar of misinformation

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis

You had appeared from a secret spy lair
As a sidekick of a drunkard leader
You brown nosed sneaky way to the top chair
Waged dirty wars with proud highland people

You played the system screwing it over
Your friend Winnie the Pooh bear kept your throne warm
You killed or jailed all worthy opponents
Then you began this gore Ukrainian war

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
With a tiny penis, with a tiny penis
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
С маленькой писькой, с маленькой писькой

Your missiles are your penis extensions
Look at these mighty and sexy shapes
Tanks, cannons and jets are your viagra pills
Without them it's small and down in shames

You are high on your doom nuclear weapons
You're drunk on sweet blood of your victims
Still, it won't help with your limp tiny thing
And you are hated just like Adolph Hitler

You will be judged by your own saddest people
You've sent great country back to the dark ages
Burn in hot Hell you bloodthirsty dictator
This is what on your grave will be written:

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
With a tiny penis, with a tiny penis
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
С маленькой писькой, с маленькой писькой

Tiny Tyrant...
Tiny Tyrant...
Tyrant...

Álvaro Soler - Dicen dalszöveg fordítás

2024.11.23.

Dicen

[Verso 1]
Dicen que
Dicen que la vida es corta, hay que vivirla ya
Dicen que hay que aprovechar el tiempo
Pero a mí no me va tanto la velocidad
Dicen que
Dicen que este mundo no es de sueños y que hay que trabajar
Dicen que no hay tiempo ni descuentos
Suerte que yo nunca he sido mucho de escuchar

[Estribillo]
Y ahora estamos tú y yo
Solos en la habitación
Y no hay nadie más que
Pueda еntrometerse еn mis sueños
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah

[Verso 2]
Quiero que
Quiero que el rencor pierda memoria y no haya nada que envidiar
Quiero que entendamos que la guerra
Nunca, nunca podrá ser en nombre del amor

[Estribillo]
Y ahora estamos tú y yo
Solos en la habitación
Y no hay nadie más que
Pueda entrometerse en mis sueños
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah

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