Dalszöveg fordítások

Thy Catafalque - Molekuláris gépezetek dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


Translation

Molecular Machines


Carbon isotope, carbon isotope
Light up!
 
The arms of a coal isotope mill are moving
By the lights of the new Nanocity
Moving and moving and synthesizing
Long live Progress, long live the Light!
 
Hydrogen bridge thrusting forward into the clear future!
Forward, forward!
To shells, rings, meson fields!
Forward, forward!
The people of a quiet pool of coal
Forward, forward, all of you!
 
But lost time, where could you be wandering in all this material?
Will you ever return on the lively threads?
Layers, piles, fast-moving tracks
This is me and this is my home
 
Stomach of a fox weathering winter, deep inside it, time flows
Sleeping meadows fodder for geese, stirring meadows fodder for geese
The ship on the water of my bath tub, a radio playing inside -
At night mom is audible, in the daytime it's dad if the signal is good
 
Stomach of a fox weathering winter, time rolls along a cloud
Some force vibrating softly in the depths of the field
Snow falls at night, it's quiet, the ship docks
A molecule growing in here, in the depths of a winter harbour with lanterns
 
As we can see, it's tiny molecular machines,
Making this movement
I stress again, at the molecular level
There are eight billion protein molecules in a cell
And it is these tiny little machines that are doing the coordinated movements
 
The machine takes a turn!
 
When the galloping horse moves, there's proteins in the muscle fibres
Actin and myosin fibres, which are in fact the cause of the movement
And also when I raise my hand, in my muscles, in my muscle cells
These protein fibres slide into each other
 
The machine takes a turn
Life flows away
 
And these secondary interactions at room temperature,
The temperature of life
Are inherently broken up by the energy of thermal motion,
But only one bond splits,
So the structure itself remains intact,
But at the same time some of its elements can
Quite significant atomic-level movements
The consequence of this is the
We have seen in the illustration above.
So the spatial structure of proteins is in perpetual turmoil
At room temperature, and this kind of flexibility is what makes it possible
That proteins, like
Molecular machines, can perform atomic movements
 




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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