A keresés eredménye

Beast

Sometimes I feel like something's wrong with me
Like something inside me wants to start a riot
As if my liver is sticking out of my eyes
Sometimes I really feel like killing myself
 
My gut is dancing the cha-cha
My heart is rattling like a machine gun, and so I say
Oh, no, you won't, the man is not for turning
A principle is a principle, not today!
 
I know that feeling,
I know where that leads
Until I drink something I'm not satisfied
And then I throw my wits away and become
 
A beast (a swine), an animal (a pig), a critter, a scoundrel, a ram (vaffanculo1)
Drunk as a torpedo (disgusting). Not today!
 
Well, it's not healthy to stay at home all day
It's good to go, like, for a little walk before bed
(yes, yes, a man should stretch his legs, just a bit)
 
And just like I said, the man is not for turning, tonight I'll take care
Tonight I won't become a beast
And I won't go anywhere near the bar
But my legs, out of habit, carry me there
 
Well, if we're here, there's no sin in drinking
Just before bed a cup of weak coffee
(yeah, yeah, we know how that will end, he he he)
 
I go inside, the waitress is always in a hurry:
'What are you drinking, stop dithering, you see that I'm busy, quickly, speak up!'
She leaves me no time for thinking
So I make a mistake because of her and say:
'Give me a glass!'2
(Oooooh... not what I intended, but well, it's her fault, it's her fault!)
 
Alright, I drink up, I get up to go,
A tap on the shoulder:
'Oh, I haven't seen you around for some time
Tell me, how are you, how's it going?'
 
It's indeed going, up the shit creek
(oo-la-la, there's no way out now)
 
You had to pick me of all people,
You lousy bastard
Oh, I know what you're going to ask:
'What are you drinking? Heehee...'
 
How can I come up with an excuse,
If I say no, he'll think I'm crazy
If I tell him about the principle, he'll feel my forehead3
So then, alright, I say:
'I'm drinking white!'4
(oh, it's not going to work out today, I'm out of luck, I'm out of luck,...)
 
If it rains for long, worms come out of the ground
You can't make a step without making one into a pancake
In the same way the same drunkards come to the bar every day
And where there's one, there are at least five others.
 
You can't avoid them, you can't run away,
One by one, the whole crowd gathers
And you have to drink and chat with every one of them
Before long I figure out that I've drunk ohoholala, ...
 
Porcaputana1 what are people like,
They don't give a damn that you have principles
In for a penny, in for a pound
I don't care anymore, today the man has again turned into
A beast,...
 
'Bring us another round, porcodio1!'
 
'Boys, stop drinking so much, who's going to carry you home?'
 
'Who, who are you to call me a pig?'
 
Uuuuurghhhhhhhhhh,...
 
The next day
Miaaaaaaaaaao5,
The next day
Miaaaaaaaaaaao,
 
The next day I feel like something's wrong with me
Like something inside me wants to start a riot
As if my liver is sticking out of my eyes
Sometimes I really feel like killing myself
 

• Italian swearword
• 2. of wine
• 3. to check for fever
• 4. wine
• 5. by historical accident, Slovenian words for 'male cat' and 'hangover' are homonyms

Fellas, let's sit down

In the foundry, where it's so hot that your brain gives up
Production was interrupted in the middle of the working day
Ya-hm la ley lo lo lo la la, la le lo le ley lo la,
Production was interrupted in the middle of the working day
 
'Everybody bosses us around and holds us speeches
Everybody's mighty clever, but it's us that do the work.'
So grumbled the foundrymen, and then somebody said
'Fellas, the shift is over, fellas, let's sit down!'
 
Ya-hm la ley lo lo lo la la, la le lo le ley lo la,
When foundry men say: 'Fellas, let's sit down'
 
The shift supervisor rushed in: 'Guys, what's this about?
How come you're sitting down, are you feeling ill?'
The stoker grabbed a hammer, 'Watch it or you'll be ill yourself,
Sit there in the corner and shut up, or I'll rough you up!'
 
Ya-hm la ley lo lo lo la la, la le lo le ley lo la,
When foundrymen say: 'Fellas, let's sit down'
 
The foreman rushed in but he was sat down too
And the manager in a white shirt was crouching on the coal
Thus the foundrymen convened for the managing board
In the heat of their furnaces an information day
 
Ya-hm la ley lo lo lo la la, la le lo le ley lo la,
When foundrymen say: 'Fellas, let's sit down'
 
So their wages were raised, everything worked out fine
The story never reached the press and scandal was avoided
But to this day in the factory, during cigarette breaks everybody's taken aback
When foundrymen say: 'Fellas, let's sit down!'.
 

Karlo Špacapan

Every farmer loves his wine, since the dawn of time
But he won't give it to just anyone, he shares it with his friends
So there once lived a farmer, called Karleto Špacapan
He often went to prison because he wouldn't give his Teran1
It's not that he was a revolutionary, he knew nothing about politics
But when a gendarme came to collect tax, he would say this:
 
'Weeell, you know what, as it were, I respect the government
If it says 'give', I will give prosciutto, pancetta, lard
You know what, I'll happily give my last pair of socks
But as for wine, as it were, you can stick it up your arse!
Lololololololololo lololololololo, But as for wine, as it were,
You can stick it up your arse!'
 
They made him go to court every other day
He remained as stubborn as a ram, Karleto Špacapan
And so in a few years, old Austria went and kicked the bucket
Before it could get a single glass of wine out of Karlo
And then black beasts arrived and yelled 'Duce!'
And Karlo thought 'I think I know who wants what here.'
 
'Weeell, you know what, as it were, I respect the government
If it says 'give', I will give prosciutto, pancetta, lard
You know what, I'll happily give my last pair of socks
But as for wine, as it were, you can stick it up your arse!
Lololololololololo lololololololo, But as for wine, as it were,
You can stick it up your arse!'
 
They fed him castor oil and beat him like an animal
But even with soiled underpants, Karlo wasn't afraid
You just couldn't drag that Teran out of him with any prison
So finally Karlo Špacapan went to internment
When they let him go home, he was thinking 'Ooh, that's fine.'
But at once Gestapo came for him: 'Du Schwein, wo ist dein Wein?'2
 
'Weeell, you know what, as it were, I respect the government
If it says 'give', I will give prosciutto, pancetta, lard
You know what, I'll happily give my last pair of socks
But as for wine, as it were, you can stick it up your arse!
Lololololololololo lololololololo, But as for wine, as it were,
You can stick it up your arse!'
 
But sometimes, in the middle of the night, a partisan would come
Ah, Karleto Špacapan never hid his wine from them
And he gave every one a couple of bottles for the way
 
After the war he was visited by the cooperative official:
'We have won now, Špacapan, you were always on our side,
It would now be right for you to give us your Teran voluntarily.'
 
But Karlo put it like this: 'You are now the government,
And never before did I refuse to give you wine for free,
So what can I say, there's nothing to it, there must be law and order,
But as for wine, as it were, you can stick it up your arse!
Lololololololololo lololololololo, But as for wine, as it were,
You can stick it up your arse!'
 

• 1. A slovenian variety of red wine
• 2. You swine, where is your wine?

Give Me A Glass Of Wine

Give me a glass of wine
Before it turns into vinegar
Oh, do give me a little smile, my lovely waitress
Tonight I'm single and available
Yes, I'm again left alone
At the end of the story
It's not nice, I admit, but one has to think of oneself
And I don't give up easily
 
Oh, go, just go
You'll find something better
The world won't collapse, from this, if there's nothing worse
Nobody ever died
Oh, go, just go
And God be with you
I loved you too much
To ask you to stay
Oh, if I only knew how to cry
 
It's already dark
Tonight the stars are really beautiful
Oh, my God, there are so many, if one of them stops shining
A piece of sky will die with it
A bit less light
Was left after you
Tonight I feel like drinking, tonight I feel wine
To light my way in the darkness
 
Oh, go, just go
You'll find something better
The world won't collapse, from this, if there's nothing worse
Nobody ever died
Oh, go, just go
And God be with you
I loved you too much
To ask you to stay
Oh, if I only knew how to cry
 
Laylaylalala lalalalalala,
I loved you too much
To ask you to stay
Oh, if I only knew how to cry
 

Wine Harvest

Late at night I like to run away from home
And I say nothing to my wife
I play stupid in front of her
And flee to the pub without her knowing
And there, I drink a glass or two
And when the third one hits me just right
The world sways a little
And I remember that wine harvest
 
Back then I was still a young buck
An empty head, and a parched throat
I was terribly fond of life
Like everyone, before they try it
We spent the whole day in the vineyard
And the sun was baking like the devil
We refreshed ourselves with wine
It flowed down the throat like a stream
 
That's where I saw her the first time
The wine stopped in my throat
I could've died there and then
I could've - ah, there's no point in telling
When such a thing happens
Your head stops reasoning
And your eyes becomes blind
There's no more God, and no more sin
 
She glanced at me from under her brow
And laughed at me cheerfully
And in the evening, she came to me
And we ran off to the vineyard
Well, things happened that could be talked about
But how can one find the words
I saw all the stars
And the vines shook and shook
 
That night was so beautiful
Like no night before or since
Well, as she came so she went
I don't even know her name
I never saw her again
A man makes choices, God decides
Youth went away from me
What time takes it never gives back
 
Anyway, I'm doing just fine
I have a few brides and some fields
There's no misery or disease
And my wife is still alive
 
But when I drink a glass or two
And when the third one hits me just right
The world sways a little
And I remember that wine harvest
 

Rebels' Song

Over two hundred years ago1, as history tells us
Our grandfathers used to be terribly nervous
If they were short of something, if they felt offended
They would impale the baron on a stake like a pig
 
And they'd take everything from him that was of any value
They'd devour in the castle cellar all the wine and all the meat
And then with the baron's wife, well, let's leave that alone
And to light their way home, they'd set the castle on fire
 
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
 
They say that such things are not done anymore
Because now we supposedly live in a civilization
Where you don't have to work if you can shoot off your mouth
But if you work like an animal, you have to keep your gob shut
 
I am, as they say now, a peasant without qualifications
And like every peasant ever, I can tolerate a lot
But now I'm getting nervous, I can't help myself
It's not my fault that I have ancestors like that
 
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
 
Inside me the rebels' spirit is awakening
I see many a bastard that eats my bread for free
And never works at all, apart from turning bread to shit
Oh, just wait, the golden middle ages will come back
 
And when that golden time arrives again
Don't worry, I'll know how to choose the right weapon
I am all modernized, I no longer have an axe
But even using a chainsaw, the head will fall off just as well
 
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
 

• 1. In the 1713 Tolmin peasants' rebeliion

Soča - the river

In my life sacramentals were never saved for me
I passed baptism, confession and crisma
I had many girls, but all changed their names
Friends went away, or are happy underground
 
I can miss everything, really everything, not my bicycle
because I want to cycle with it near the Soča
And there I take m shoes off and my socks, too
and I put my feet with a respect into the water
 
Soča, I like to say to you a nice word
If you don't like it, ok, I Will be watching you
How exausted and tired you run on your way down
and you do the same like me, what others want to
And same like me you are full of shit
We are getting old, my darling, you dare not
If are born stupid, you die stupid.
 
All my days I did my balls
Life can write very unpleaasant stories
If you are blind and jerk, you can immagine the ideals
But a person like I am at the end nothing is left.
 
(repeat the pre-last strofa).
 
Translated by: Roland Tischer