Krematoriy - Шпалер (Shpaler) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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In my breastplate is a hole,
But beneath it is a good heart,
Transparent like glass.
I sand their songs, drank their wine,
I felt so good until then,
Until it became dark.
Oh, I lit the smokey grass,
Then doused my wallpaper in gasoline,
I took a deep breath,
That way the sun could rise inside.

From a local clinic in the pampas,
A fool ran off, climbing up a palm tree,
And he bit off his tail.
In the streets displays of true love,
Negroes blew up a maternity hospital with all our people in it,
Putting them on a stake.

Oh, this apartheid,
Such an enjoyable piece of shit,
Of course, God knows,
That the sun will rise over Africa once more!

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a mouth for a mouth.
You're getting sticky like honey, soon then,
[You'll] Flow like white filth. 1
We waltz on a slippery table,
We can see the cosmos through a hole in the ceiling,
We're free at last!
Oh open up wide my dear,
Let me put my gun in your mouth,
I'll pull the trigger,
Get ready dammit, the Sun is rising!

1. Yes I'm going to offend some folks by doing this but this is the most logical way to interpret this line.

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Konets Solnechnykh Dney - куда катится моя голова? (kuda katit·sya moya golova?) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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?

Konets Solnechnykh Dney - искусство за 100 (skit) (iskusstvo za 100 (skit)) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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

Konets Solnechnykh Dney - кажется, я устал (kazhet·sya, ya ustal) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

2024.11.07.

I think I'm tired.

I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
There's nothing to be done

Strange thoughts timidly escort me to the dawn.
Who can tell me how it happened?
Why is it burning inside?
Through the stupefaction, I wish I could realize something more than a shadow.
I wish I could realize something more than a shadow.
There's a lot of lies
And it can be hard
not to be deceived or to lie to your face.
Time takes its toll
I'd have given up a long time ago
But I'm in trouble

I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
Not one thing is finished

I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired

Konets Solnechnykh Dney - мне никогда не было весело с тобой (mne nikogda ne bylo veselo s toboy) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

2024.11.07.

I've never had fun with you

I've never had fun with you.
And if you ever thought I was yours.
you were wrong, I don't care about you
And I don't care about people like you
You said I was different from them
You were wrong again, I'm not like the others.
I'm very simple and I'm not a hero.
I'll never be different

We have serious music, but...
Die.
Die, you bastard! Bastard...
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