The Yellow Monkey - 悲しきASIAN BOY (Kanashiki ASIAN BOY) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
A Sorrowful Asian Boy
Standing with my back to the dawning sky
I wait for you at the balcony
Braving the rain, I wait for you with a nihilistic look on my face
A sorrowful Asian boy who has been deprived of freedom mutters
That the painful game hasn't begun yet
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
The Asian boy is bound by his strong weakness
Standing with my back to the dawning sky
What color dream do I have?
With aesthetics jokes, I hurt others unintentionally
Ah, the Asian boy whose lover has been stolen mutters
That he was agonizing over love and sincerity
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
'I can't die in the middle of my weakness'
'Although I want to touch your white breasts...'
'I want to touch your breasts, though...'
Being bound by his strong weakness
The sorrowful...YES SIR!
The lost young soldier wanders in search of flowers
Crying out, 'I had the same dream as you!'
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
'I can't shorten my life in exchange for strongness'
Look, God is behind me raising a sword over his head
Let my dream scatter like fluttering petals
Sorrowful Asian boy
Ah ASIAN BOY
Are you by any chance an Asian boy, too?
Ah ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
Are you by any chance an Asian boy, too?
ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY ah ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
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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
2024.11.22.
The Cossack rode off to war (prolonged)
The Cossack rode off to war,
Said: 'Farewell, my dear girl.
Oh farewell, dark-browed maiden, |
I'm off to foreign lands. | 2
I'm off to foreign lands',
'Oh go, my sweet one, dark-browed one, |
And return to Ukraine'. | 2
'Give me, my dear, a kerchief,
Perhaps I'll perish in battle,
The dark night will cover my eyes, |
And I'll rest easier in the grave. | 2
I'll rest easier in the grave',
Oh on that grave a dark crow |
Sits sadly and caws. | 2
Sits sadly and caws,
Oh no one hears, oh no one sees, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
Where the Cossack's body lies,
Halya walks, the girl who cries every evening, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
2024.11.22.
The Cossack returned from a campaign (joking song)
The cossack was coming from campaign
During frost and bad weather
Almost freezing to death - (2)
He walked into the pub.
He took off his uniform and the glasses,
Broke the uniform to shreds,
And he went to dance. | 2
After he danced and jumped enough
He said goodbye to a beatiful maiden,
He stepped out onto the porch,
Whistled into the ring –
A black horse comes running.
He mounts the horse,
But the horse gambols under him
By the green meadow,
By the green meadow!
Oh, across the meadow, meadow, meadow,
The girls sit all around.
He didn't find the girls,
So he went to the widow.
He kissed and caressed her,
Pulled her by the shoulders,
They shouted, 'Hurrah!' | 2
Oh hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
A misfortune has occurred,
Not a big one,
But not a small one either.
That this Saturday
We finished all the work,
And rushed to the tavern. | 2
We drank tea, ate rolls,
Cheated the tavern keeper,
Smoked tobacco. | 2
After smoking tobacco,
We lay on our sides –
And that's the whole story,
It ended.
‒ Roll around!
2024.11.22.
Someone loved me
Someone loved me
I remember it
Because my pale, gray lips
Were happy again
Flushed with blood
And with deep emotions
Too bold to share with friends
Someone loved me
And in my eyes
There was a bright light that
I have never found again
I remember it
That bright light that
I have never found again
Someone loved me
Something was reborn
And for a time
That was never written down
In any calendar
But it doesn't matter
Those were powerful days beyond
Anything I could imagine
I didn’t need a diary