Lomepal - Bécane dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
Bike
[Verse 1]
Eyes shining, conscience turning off, brain pierced like my pair of Vans
Alone in the middle of the crosswalk, the mower calling me with its headlights
The inner calm, the beautiful face change everything I have under the skin in stone
Change the tea in my cup to beer, want to piss off the whole world
Life is an imperfect perfection, every day I'm under more pressure
The future will work out like Urion, I disappear from the surveillance cameras
Outside my kin is treated like shit, Mr Policeman doesn't respect us
At night, possessed like a comedian, I fall asleep when the spectrum disappears
Tortured, when the thoughts hit reality's door
As a kid, it was hard to be tortured, it still is hard and it's gonna last
In silence, I walk faster, so many hard times for such an old path
Coincidences don't exist, every second, I see signs everywhere
And then there's this woman, wanna tell her 'thanks to us screwing, I appreciate more each day'
Afraid she'll be erased, want to tell her, one night between some love games
Even in the summer, I'm not very warm without you, everything was better when we were riding my Peugeot 103
[Chorus]
Remember before the storm, when the city was calm
Your arms around me, the two of us on my bike, we were already the kings
From the start, endless
Remember before the storm, when the city was calm
Your arms around me, the two of us on my bike, we were already the kings
From the start, endless
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, squeeze less hardly, baby, hold me tight
Ah, baby, squeeze less hardly, baby, squeeze less hardly
Baby, squeeze less hardly, baby, hold me tight
[Verse 2]
I look at her face on the white ceiling, I try to forget but the punishment is fixed
Remorse and regret nothing beneficial, I already started calling girls again
Being conscious of the pleasure, it's good, not being conscious of suffering, it's better
I'm never surprised, it's like I've already seen everything much before I opened my eyes
Why is it that I need softness now?
I trade hours of sleep for answers
Do the doctors know how to heal themselves?
She's gone, I multiply my 'sorry's by ten
Fuck, I swear to God, except for big sets of butts that pressure me,
She's the one who excites me the most
But I forget about her when the crowd is good-looking, one time I wanted her, another time I wanted the others
She told me 'you'll never have both things Antoine', everything was better when we were riding my Peugeot 103
[Chorus]
Remember before the storm, when the city was calm
Your arms around me, the two of us on my bike, we were already the kings
From the start, endless
Remember before the storm, when the city was calm
Your arms around me, the two of us on my bike, we were already the kings
From the start, endless
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, squeeze less hardly, baby, squeeze less hardly
[Outro]
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
Baby, hold me tight, baby, hold me tight
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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