A keresés eredménye oldal 21

Egy troll szántása

Volt egyszer egy gazda a régi Flotsam városból
Aki belefáradt abba, hogy a magokat a földbe vesse
Elment vándorolni, és hajnalig gyalogolt
Míg egy buja vénasszony trollra nem bukkant
 
És hej-hó, szánt egy trollt!
Csak az istenek tudják, hogy a kulcs hogyan illeszkedik a lyukba
Körbe-körbe a bűzlő nagy barlangban tekeregtek
És hej-hó, szánt egy trollt!
 
A gazda tudta, hogy szerelem volt első látásra
Végigszántották a reggelt és az éjszakát
Fekete, rothadt fogakkal és durva bőrrel
Ez az ocsmány teremtmény a bestiális menyasszonya
 
És hej-hó, szánt egy trollt!
Csak az istenek tudják, hogy a kulcs hogyan illeszkedik a lyukba
Egy üreges barlang az ő kis öreg rúdja számára
És hej-hó, szánt egy trollt!
 
Idő után az izgalom kezdett lecsúszni
Morgott a fingásai és a hideg hagymaleves miatt
A troll kővé dermedt vigyorral meredt a tekintetére
És amikor az őrök megkeresték, csak a csontjait találták meg
 
És hej-hó, egy trollt szántott!
Csak az istenek tudják, hogy a kulcs hogyan illeszkedett a lyukba
Nincs sírhalom és nincs nyugalom a lelkének
Mert hej-hó, egy trollt szántott!
 
És hej-hó, egy trollt szántott!
Csak az istenek tudják, hogy a kulcs hogyan illeszkedett a lyukba
Egy mocskos, régi mese az ágytól a tálig
Mert hej-hó, egy trollt szántott!
 

Egy kutya élete

Olcsó bagó
Felemelkedni, mint egy szellem
Egy New York-i utca lágy fényében
Semmi varázslat vagy ruha nem rejtheti el
A bennem lévő állati szívet
 
Elveszett hit
Mártírok, akiknek baltát kell törni a fejükre
Régi gyűlölködések megfáradtak és megszelídültek
A leghalványabb nyomot kergetve
Ünnepélyes társam sápadt
Megvéd a nevemtől
 
Hideg tükörképek nem hazudnak
De a tekintetek csak a felszínt karcolják...
 
Ne rázz meg
Ne kelljen a fogaimat hordanom
Tényleg nem akarsz találkozni azzal a fickóval
Ne ébressz fel
Ne engedd le a pórázról
Egy szörnyeteg lakik a bőr alatt
 
Nos, ez egy kutya élete
A szépséghez való ragaszkodás, míg a
A borús éjszakák vadállatokat csinálnak az emberekből
A mesebeli napok elmúltak
Szóval próbáld meg nem elveszíteni a fejed
Amikor az illat újra hívogat
 
Hideg tükörképek nem hazudnak
De a tekintetek csak a felszínt karcolják...
 
Ne rázz meg
Ne kelljen a fogaimat hordanom
Tényleg nem akarsz találkozni azzal a fickóval
Ne ébressz fel
Ne engedd le a pórázról
Egy szörnyeteg lakik a bőr alatt
 
Ki kerüli ki a bőrbe öltözött farkast?
Remélem, a zsákmány megérte...
Ki kerüli ki a bőrbe öltözött farkast?
A tekintetek csak a felszínt karcolják...
 
Ne rázz meg
Ne kelljen a fogaimat hordanom
Tényleg nem akarsz találkozni azzal a fickóval
Ne ébressz fel
Ne engedd le a pórázról
Egy szörnyeteg lakik a bőr alatt
 
Ez egy kutya élete
 

I have no power to stop my boy.

I have no power to stop my boy
Friend, friends, from loving me,
And though I complain, it‘s no use,
And when I really ask him and say
That he stop loving me so much,
I might as well just keep quiet.
 
If he wants to talk with me, I say at once
That he not talk to me, because great harm
Comes to me from his talk, but it doesn‘t work,
And when I really tell him and ask
That he stop loving me so much,
I might as well just keep quiet.
 
I‘m always upset by his company,
‘Cause I‘m afraid of losing my good name
Because of him, like the other time,
And though I tell him really in anger
That he stop loving me so much,
I might as well just keep quiet.
 

When I went one day to talk.

When I went one day to talk,
With you, my friend, I did it as a favor,
And for that you boasted about me,
But if I ever talk with you again
Go right away and say that you did
With me all that you wanted to do.
 
Because, my friend, I talked one time
With you, to save you from death,
And you went and boasted over me,
But if I talk with you another time,
Go right away and say that you did
With me all that you wanted to do
 
‘Cause I know very well that you didn‘t do
Half of what you said you did.
 

Agonized Wind

Come, O agonized wind! Heavy is your heart, as is mine!
Saddens me, the silent sunsets of this stone town
Worn you off, the journey through the poverty-hymned town
Help me God! Help! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!1
You still bring those two bright hands that wail over warm blood!
Help me God! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!
You still bring the heat of fire flames, the wet waiting eyes
And the scarlet letters2branded on the brow of these wastelands!
Help me God! Help! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!
Still
O wind! New year news bearer can't bear this! Tell him not to come!
Help me God! Help! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!
 

• 1. Lit. burnt women hair
• 2. A mark of shame, borrowed the phrase from Nathaniel Hawthorns' famous book's title
• 3. A border city in Iran. It was the scene of some fierce battles during Iran-Iraq war (1980-1988)

Swallowing Water

Versions: #1
[verse 1]
Oh it's my bad,
But what's worrying you
There's no need to hide the tears now that you have company
How about we open the curtains
And let the sunlight
Get rid of our dispute
 
[verse 2]
But please don't let the light blind you
 
And I won't let the words confuse you
To be honest I don't know where the answers are
To fill the holes in your heart
 
[chorus]
The feeling is starting to fade
I'm not fully sure what to do
But i know i don't want you to disappear
 
[verse 3]
If there was a way of swimming
Without swallowing water
Without swallowing water
I'm sure it'd be way easier to forget
About all the intense problems
About all the pointless problems
 
[chorus]
The feeling is starting to fade
I'm not fully sure what to do
But I know I don't want you to disappear
 
The feeling is starting to fade
I'm not fully sure what to do
But I know I don't want you to disappear
 
The feeling is starting to fade
I'm not fully sure what to do
But I know I don't want you to disappear
 
The feeling is starting to fade
 
The feeling is starting to fade
 

Vidro

'I won't lie to you, so don't lie to me either, okay?'
'What pushy justice.' Every time I try to do the right thing,
I'm met with skepticism,
 
When I'm honest, I suffer losses and become empty. Even so, even so
 
Ah, I want to be an upright person, an upright person
My wavering heart tells a lie, liar, liar, liar
Yes, I want to be perfect, ah, I can't be tainted with evil
Having an honest heart makes you dumb! I believe
 
Ah, 'That's a sophism,' you say, 'You put on airs to dissimulate.'
So what's bad about it? I admire how you've grown.
 
If children need to learn dirtiness so as to mature, I'd rather remain a child, remain as I am now
There's no exposing my heart, if you are to lie, it means you deceive me!
 
It is difficult to make your way in life, 'That chicken is no use,' they say
How unrewarded I am! Am I a child? Or what?
 
Ah, I want to be an upright person, an upright person l
My wavering heart tells a lie, liar, liar, liar
Yes, I want to be perfect, ah, I can't be tainted with evil
Am I stupid to have a dishonest heart?
 
'Reveal my lies up to now so as to become a righteous human!'
Made of vidro,1 I have no talent, so cries
my see-through heart
being dyed in black, breaking down in tears!
I want to be human!
 

• 1. Vidro is a Portuguese word, and in English means glass.

Keep it patriarchal

Daughter of wrath
Home delivery scum commando
We're here to collect for the alleged damages 1
Lock on the doors, and hide away your kids
The feminists are comming, giving ruthlessness away
 
The kid who acts as the poster child
And pretends to be nice when granny's around
Awards himself medals for making his bed
As if taking care of him was my problem
You're not fooling us
With that little victim spiel, champ
At this point we're not playing dumb anymore
If you wanna debate, let others talk and take a look outside
We've been raised to abide by the norms
Forgiving our lives for being brought up in sin
For the weight of the cross of those who don't conform anymore
There's no fixing us... that was their diagnosis
 
If you want to get that blindfold off your eyes
They'll curse your eyelids for disturbing order
They'll hide away your body, guarded by keylocks
The kind of locks only hate can break
We're here to make those bitches Like there's something missing from me
Sometimes I think
Why does everything
Seem to be hindering me
 
I'm only just dreaming
Why are they stopping it?
Following a white rabbit
And I arrived to another world
 
Wonderland!
There where the surroundings are colorful
Your wants!
Will all be achieved (Come now, join)
Love!
Happiness!
That's what you'll get
A place
A new world
Where the sadness will come to an end
 
Sometimes I notice that you're having some difficult times
Like you're alone
Sometimes I see that you're troubled
Like you can't do it anymore
 
I'm only just dreaming
Why are they preventing it?
Come, and you all follow
Join now in our world
 
Wonderland!
There where the surroundings are colorful
Your wants!
Will all be achieved (Come now, join)
Love!
Happiness!
That's what you'll get
A place
A new world
Where the sadness will come to an end
 
Forget about it now, oh, forget about it now
Your problems, all your problems
No one will stop us
No one will hinder us
Here in our world, everything can be achieved
Jumping, dancing
Come now and follow
In wonderland we will be happy
 
But you're not sure
You're scared to cross the path
 
But don't be worried
Because we're here
You're not alone now
 
Wonderland!
There where the surroundings are colorful
Your wants!
Will all be achieved (You're not able to leave)
Love!
Happiness!
That's what you will feel
A place
A new world
Oh, a place
A new world
A place
A world
Where we're happy!
 

Teardrops

I'm boohooing on and on. For whom? It's for myself.
It's for my intoxication, asserting, 'I'm so sad.'
To the entertainment, I dance, I dance, my heart pounds with it.
How many times am I going to meet 'fun'?
 
Even so, I want to cry innocently
I want to cry innocently.
My tangled teardrops drop and fall. Am I doing badness?
 
I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently,
because I'm so sad, for real!
The fact that I can't prove my true intention, also makes me sad.
 
I transcribe my feelings which never reach you, wishing they would reach you nonetheless.
They're nothing special to tell, though.
Yes, that reminds me that cruelly, I have nothing much special to say even when in trouble.
It's just because I'm roused to protect myself.
 
I'm boohooing on and on. For whom? It's for myself.
I'm well aware that sadness is not a plaything.
However, something got stuck— and I yell,
'Umm, that's not it! That's not it!' Still, I make light of it.
I feel I'm the only brute here.
 
Once again, I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently.
Every time I badly think of you,
my mind comes over funny.
 
I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently,
Because I'm suffocating, for real!
I feel my heart is miles away.
 
Even if I cry while looking down on them inwardly, they'll never get it.
So let's pretend to grieve moderately to grow up.
 
I'm boohooing on and on. For whom? It's for myself.
It's for my intoxication, asserting, 'I'm so sad.'
To the entertainment, I dance, I dance, my heart pounds with it.
But it's all in my mind, in my mind, ah, ah
 
So, that's why, I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently.
My tangled teardrops drop and fall. Am I doing badness?
 
I want to cry innocently,
ah, I want to cry innocently!
Because I'm so sad, for real!
The fact that I can't prove my true intention also makes me sad.
 
My slightly entangled 'I'm so sad,' please understand it.
 
Please understand it.
 

That song

It's not for your presence, so intoxicating
It's not for your appearance, so elegant
It's not because I pee laughing when I'm with you
It's not because you bring the devil with me to church
Nor for the light you steal when you break into dance
It's because you sing that song no one can hear
 
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only you and me
 
It's not because I lose papers with you
Nor becuase you give where it hurts
It's no because I love your company
Nor becuase your soul rhymes with mine
Nor for the light you steal when you break into dance
It's because you dance that song no one can hear
 
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only me, only me
Only you and me
 

Two Crying Eyes

In the watches of the night I saw two crying eyes.
The dreams come true flew me away high above the skies.
 
In the watches of the night I saw two crying eyes.
Hungrily I kissed you, you too, my sunrise!
 
In my dreams I kiss you,
In my waking hours I miss you!
 
The tearful morning waits for me with two crying eyes,
The wound full of cherished dreams's the reason why I cry.
 
The tearful morning waits for me with two crying eyes,
I drink my tears, honey, it hurts me with no lies.
 

Helel Yos

Helel yose, helel yose1
Helel yos, hel-o hel hel, helel yose
Helel yos, hel-o hel hel, helel yose
The blacks are drunk
Hel-o hel 7hel, helel yose
They dance with (the sound of) ney
Hel-o hel hel, helel yose
The black travel
Helel yose-lyose
They're not afraid of danger
Helel yose-lyose
 
Our black people are great
No stranger is allowed to join us
Oh, the black girls of our people
They've driven us crazy2
 
Helel yose, helel yose
Helel yos, hel-o hel hel, helel yose
Helel yos, hel-o hel hel, helel yose
Musa, who told you marry?
Helel yose, helel yose
To get yourself captivated of wife
Helel yose, helel yose
Bro, who told you marry?
Helel yose, helel yose
To make yourself wretched like that
Helel yose, helel yose
 
Our black people are great
No stranger is allowed to join us
Oh, the black girls of our people
They've driven us crazy2
 

• 1. According to an explanation of this well known phrase in south of Iran, it's an Arabic phrase which means 'Oh upset man, sing the song of rain' it could mean 'don't give up' but as this meaning is not related to the rest of lyrics, I didn't translate it and just wrote the transliteration.
• Lit. they set us on fire (by their charm, beauty, etc.)

The Last Royal Bullfight in Salvaterra

Tradition tells us
That once upon a time
Pombal,1 in open fight
Put to an end forever
To the royal bullfights
In Salvaterra2 bullrings
 
Put to an end forever
To the royal bullfights
In Salvaterra bullrings
 
Was bullfighting on that day
Before noble nobility
The young Count of Arcos
Whose valorous blood
By unfortunate whim
In the arena laid in pools
 
Whose valorous blood
On an unfortunate whim
In the arena it laid in puddles
 
The Marquis of Marialva,
Look at the bull that tore to pieces
His so dearly loved son
And says to the King, with fervour
I swear to you my lord
The Count will be avenged
 
And say to the King, with fervour
I swear to you my lord
The Count will be avenged
 
The King denies it for fear
But in the throes of pain
The Marquis leaped to the ring
And avenges with decision
By his own hand
The blood of his race
 
And avenges with decision
By his own hand
The blood of his race
 
Then the King, who wept,
To the minister who was waiting,
He said: Marquis of Pombal
It is hereby odered
There will never be again
Another royal bullfight in my reign
 
It is hereby odered
There will never be again
Another royal bullfight in my reign
 

• 1. Marquis of Pombal
• 2. Salvaterra de Magos, in Ribatejo, used to be one of the places favoured by the Court, centuries ago. It is surrounded by woods and pasture land, horses and bulls for use in the bullfights, which are an essential ingredient in the festivals in June, and also the Fandango (a lively Portuguese and Spanish dance).