A keresés eredménye

Let the dogs bark

You didn't know the drill, my angel
You cut me right through the roots, my angel
White like a bag of heroin, my angel
you didn't know any remorse, my sweet
nor what it's like to be dead in heaven
the moon is blue like a reliable smuggler
you weren't familiar with gullies, my angel
nor with the sobs I hold back, my angel
You play with the rifle, my angel
You didn't know the drill, my sweet
Did you have to guess it, my sweet
To finally make love last for ever
 
Living life as we want
We won't pray to the heavens any worse
We'll get a full belly
Living life as it comes
We'll go to heaven if we please
We don't walk any more, but we carry on
 
Let the dogs bark
 
You didn't know the drill, my angel
My luv, my Caribbean whore, my angel
Can you see the factory chimneys, my angel
 
You weren't used to silence, my love
the back seat of an ambulance, my love
it's too late once you've jumped off, my love
 
Like an angel flying by
like a crack in the ice
like the first time you had sex
like you find out in first class
it may seem to you
it may seem a long time to you
 
Like an angel flying by
A stranger in the mirror
leaving a trace
it may seem disgusting to you
it may seem to you
it may seem good to you
 
Living life as we want
We won't pray to the heavens any worse
We'll get a full belly
We'll live life as it comes
We'll live life if we please
We don't walk any more, but we carry on
We'll take life as it comes
We'll never be a dog again
We'll reap the rewards
We'll live life as we please
We'll pray to the heavens every other day
We don't get any nearer, but we carry on.
 
Let the dogs bark
The caravan is far away
Let the dogs bark
The caravan is far away
 
You didn't follow the rules, my angel
You're lying dead in the orange kitchen
Wearing your t-shirt and your frilly jeans.
 

My Flesh Is Tender

In the yard, the neighbour who lives below me
Dribbles a ball, while chatting quietly
On the window, the rain forms crosses
I hurry, and the memory of a day starts up again
When we were normal, spitting at the wall
I return to myself, in front of this side of the lake, which knows nothing of adventure
 
I feel ill, I've got complexes
I'm oval, I'm convex
I'm dying, I've still got some fight left in me
Fireworks, fire of jubilation
For rent or for sale
My flesh is tender
 
To my right, the great fire
It's not wrong to have said that to you
To my left, a movement of the crowd
Of debauchery, the beginning of a new world order
Carousel, carnival
A flag of red, white and blue
Until a lava of ???*
Or a liberal witticism
Turn Asia to fire and blood
 
I feel ill, I've got complexes
I'm oval, I'm convex
I'm dying, I've still got some fight left in me
Fireworks, fire in the loins
For rent or for sale
My flesh is tender
 
In my soul, an arc of a circle
Where some children of the century catch fire
Under the seat, the train schedule
Light a candle, and fill yourself up
To rent or to sell,
My flesh is tender
 
i hope this translation was useful to you. use it wherever, i don't mind.
i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be 'word for word'.