Dalszöveg fordítások

Marina Tsvetayeva - Сивилла (Sivilla) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


Translation

Sibyl


1
 
Sibyl: burned, Sibyl: trunk.
All birds are dead, but God has come.
 
Sibyl: drunk, Sibyl: dry.
Jealous is the husband, veins are dry.
 
Sibyl: dropped out, Sibyl – mouth
Shared and doomed! Tree between us.
 
By sovereign tree in woods no more attired –
At first rustled like a tree the fire.
 
Then, under eyelids – running, by surprise,
God has shot up with rivers dry.
 
And, desperate to look outside, suddenly:
With heart and voice I fall: In me!
 
Sibyl! Wise! Sybil: Vault!
Thus annunciation happened at that
 
Hour not aging, with grass grown gray
Heavy virginity, become a cave
 
To voice wondrous…
Thus in star vortex
Sibyl: retired from the alive.
 
2
 
A stone block of clay,
Breaking the kinship with century.
Your body is
A cave for your voice.
 
Subsoil – at night, through blindness
Of eyelids, through blindness of loopholes.
Deaf mute castle over
The reapers of color.
 
Showers cuddling shoulders
In cloak, mushroom mouldy grows.
At the blocks of tetanus
Splash the millennia.
 
Sorrow, sorrow! Under the strata
Is century, in the discerning darkness –
Clay shards
Of kingdoms and road dust
 
Of battles…
 
3
 
SIBYL – TO THE BABY:
 
To this my chest,
Baby, cling:
Falling in days is birth.
 
From transcendental nowhere rocks,
My babe alas,
How low did I fall!
You were a spirit, became dust.
 
Cry, little one, of theirs and ours:
Birth – is falling into hours!
 
Cry, little one, and again, and anew:
Birth - falling into blood,
 
And in dust,
And in hour…
 
Where is his miracles’ glow?
Cry, little one: birth to weight, so!
 
Where are his bounties?
Cry, little one: birth count it is,
 
And to blood,
And to sweat…
 
But you will rise! That in the world
Is called death - Fall into firmament.
 
But you will see! That for century in the world
Conjunction – into light birth.
 
From today –
For centuries.
 
Death, little one, not to sleep but get up,
Not to sleep but go away.
 
Swim, little one! Your foot again
Abandoned…
Rise on day.
 




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2024.11.23.

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.
 
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...
 
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
 
2024.11.22.

Polka 'Twenty-Third' (dance)





The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain,
And that Polish girl was at home.
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2