A keresés eredménye

Paranoia a Fő utcán

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Még mindig az a magányos
Leselkedő rémült kisgyerek
Kábultan egy árnyékos utcán
És most felém közelítenek
 
És paranoiás vagyok, hogy meggyilkolnak és meghalok mindörökre
A szívem pumpál
Csak unott vagy és ellenséges is
Ha mi vagyunk a különcök, akkor te vagy a radar
 
Ments
Teljesen egyedül vagyok, mint ahogy mindig
Csak ez a reményem maradt
 
Ments
Annyival több lehetnék, mint
Mint csak egy szám, bébi
 
Menj el és szabadíts meg ezektől az undorító érzésektől
Ments
Teljesen egyedül vagyok, mint ahogy mindig
Csak ez a reményem maradt
 
Nem hazudok
A pszichózis határán állok
Egy brutális neurózis
Nevető, síró arcokkal állok szemben
 
És paranoiás vagyok, hogy majd annak látsz, ami vagyok
Mintha lenne egy láthatatlan szempár
Ami folyton bámul, mindig figyel
 
Ments
Teljesen egyedül vagyok, mint ahogy mindig
Csak ez a reményem maradt
 
Ments
Annyival több lehetnék, mint
Mint csak egy szám, bébi
 
Menj el és szabadíts meg ezektől az undorító érzésektől
Mentés
Teljesen egyedül vagyok, mint ahogy mindig
Csak ez a reményem maradt
 
Annyi csalódás után
Mindent megtartok magamban
Folyton figyelnek engem, folyton figyelnek engem
Engem FIGYELNEK
 
Ments
Teljesen egyedül vagyok, mint ahogy mindig
Csak ez a reményem maradt
 
Ments
Annyival több lehetnék, mint
Mint csak egy szám, bébi
 
Menj el és szabadíts meg ezektől az undorító érzésektől
Ments
Teljesen egyedül vagyok, mint ahogy mindig
Csak ez a reményem maradt
 

I Can't Tell You No

Where do we rush?
Nobody asked me if I want to
But the world is plummeting
A life of rations
Is nothing to me, I don't want to
Roll my eyes anymore
 
I have but one problem
 
I can't tell you no
I am entitled to nice things
And this is the last thing
That's simple here
All that's needed is tell you yes and your world dissolves
 
Supposedly, I've gone mad
But I've gone mad in front of you *
With kisses in the rain
I'm still looking for a direction
I don't know if I can resist you
And that irritates me
 
I have but one problem
 
I can't tell you no
I am entitled to nice things
And this is the last thing
That's simple here
All that's needed is tell you yes and your world dissolves
 
Everything rushes and I'm losing oxygen
You are the only thing I can be sure of
 
I can't tell you no
I am entitled to nice things
And this is the last thing
That's simple here
All that's needed is tell you yes and your world dissolves
 
I can't tell you no
I am entitled to nice things
And this is the last thing (the last thing)
That's simple here
All that's needed is tell you yes and your world dissolves
 

Paranoia

Where did you get my phone number from?
Where did you get it from? It's nowhere to be found
But you fantasize about me right now
A twisted fantasy
(Which I don't want to be in)
 
Oh-oh
You-you-you're shadowing me day and night
Oh-oh
You-you-you're playing a sick game of tag
Oh-oh
Psycho, stop your voodoo show
 
You've just shoved a letter under my door
Your astrologist is wrong, it won't ever be the two of us
It's fucked up, how could you believe
That there'll be more
(When I don't know who you are?)
 
Oh-oh
You-you-you're shadowing me day and night
Oh-oh
You-you-you're playing a sick game of tag
Oh-oh
Psycho, stop your voodoo show
 
I know that you're out there
I see your face in every window
It's giving me paranoia
You're giving me paranoia
 
I'm going nowhere now
I've locked my door with a thousand chains
It's giving me paranoia
You're giving me paranoia
 
Oh-oh
Is it me who's going crazy?
Oh-oh
I'm being followed by a sick[?]1
Oh-oh
Psycho, stop your voodoo show
 
Oh-oh
You-you-you're shadowing me day and night
Oh-oh
You-you-you're playing a sick game of tag
Oh-oh
Psycho, stop your voodoo show
 

• 1. I can't quite here this part. It might be 'Jeg bli'r forfulgt af enzymer, yeah', (I'm being followed by enzymes), but that just doesn't make a whole lot of sense, so I'm assuming he's singing something else.

Paranoia is naked

I am so, I am so tired
My hands are aching, my whole head is in pain
So much, so much happened today
My heart is aching, my whole body's in pain
 
Paranoia is naked (x4)
 
The day has ended
I look at the moon like a dog
Step by step, I climb a metal tower
Dew covers, dew covers my body
So much, so much happened today
 
Paranoia is naked (x4)
 
I am so, I am so tired
My hands are aching, my whole head is in pain
So much, so much happened today
My heart is aching, my whole body's in pain
 
Paranoia is naked (x3)
Paranoia is ...
 

Paranoid

First Verse: Yulianna Karaulova
You are calling me.
I stayed home, yes, I don't want.
To see you
I'm tired, tired.
You're arguing too much with me, raising your voice.
Chilling me out, stop.
You f----d up, boy.
 
Chorus:
How many times you promised, that you will stop being jealous.
How many times you're not responsible for your words.
How many times I forgive you, but you don't trust me.
I don't understand you at all.
Enough! You're paranoid boy!
 
Second Verse: Yulianna Karaulova
Don't call me.
I had enough,
Yes, I don't want to hear your voice.
You've really done it, you've really done it.
You can insult now someone else, fill her up with s--t.
Build a wall of jealousy.
You f----d up, boy.
 
Chorus:
How many times you promised, that you will stop being jealous.
How many times you're not responsible for your words.
How many times I forgive you, but you don't trust me.
I don't understand you at all.
Enough! You're paranoid boy!
 
Well, enough,enough! To be so jealous.
And I had enough of your embraces.
I'm uncomfortable with your eagerness
Well, enough,enough!
And I could not care less.
You're like a zealot, enough, I can't stand you.
 
Enough,enough! Enough,enough! Enough,enough! Enough,enough!
 

Paranoia (Radio)

It's midnight again, an awesome day's over
You and your boys are so awesome
You were bored in school, but when your last class ended
You went home to a homie to play
 
There you were, watching a Japanese DVD
Which his father had bought on the internet
It was about a crazed psychopath
Who liked murdering women, tearing flesh off of the skeleton
 
For-fucking-bidden for children, it's too dangerous for them
You were still having an awesome time when you biked home
But at night, you were suddenly not that cocky anymore
And when you went to bed, it wasn't funny at all
 
You heard the girls scream, now you see their corpses
You see them as you close your eyes
An awesome day's over, it's midnight again
And I'm back, say hello to my invisible friend
 
Who says:
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming at you
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'll be touching you
 
Boo!
 
I'll tear everything safe and comfortable apart
 
I'm a shadow behind the curtain
I'm a branch on your window
I'm a sound coming from the closet
I'm a voice in your had
I'm the tormented souls, the twisted wails
Of those who burned to death in your video game
 
Like when your mother and father who just believe in what they can see
Say that I don't exist, what do they know about that?
They're asleep when I haunt, when I spook you
It's not them I visit when you turn off you light
 
I say:
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming at you
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'll be touching you
 
Boo!
 
I'll tear everything safe and comfortable apart
 
(Roaring paranoia, complete madness)
 
I say:
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming at you
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'll be touching you
 
Boo!
 
I'll tear everything safe and comfortable apart
 
Hahahaha
Hahahaha
Hahahahahahaaaa
 
Unless you have obtained my permission, please don't use my translations elsewhere without giving me credit.

Irreparable

A nod, a couple of clacks of jaw to many
and no advice would have helped.
We sensed a trap in a foreign court
and the courtyard was left without it's jesters.
 
Laa-laa-laa-lallallaa
 
And the speech chair, it would have stood empty
if it weren't for the stingy delusional man.
It said: 'For them, nothing is sacred!'
He talked about us - pink, flaccid and dull.
 
Laa-laa-laa-lallallaa
 
New generation - it comes like hail
That soon melts all over [1]
It is time to choose, yes, time to see the difference
We will not make corrections to this song
We will not make corrections to this song
We will not make corrections to this song
We will not make corrections to this song
 

You and I

The day will come when we meet again.
Will you wait a little longer for me until then?
 
Oh, if we could go back to the first time we met again,
If I could.
 
I've been desperate for a chance.
I still can't let go of it.
 
We just have to love more somehow.
The wind's going to blow through.
Time goes by and wait for the day when we're together.
You and me, not just the two of us anymore.
 
If we could go back to the time when we broke up again,
If you can, oh I
 
I don't believe the fate that's going on.
I'm still here alone. I'm calling you back.
 
We just have to love more somehow.
The wind's going to blow through.
Time goes by and wait for the day when we're together.
You and me, not just the two of us anymore.
 
We try to empty it and empty it, but we still accumulate.
Maybe we should live with each other in our arms like a magnet.
You and me who stopped here holding on to the passing time.
 
We just have to love more somehow.
The wind's going to blow through.
Time goes by and wait for the day when we're together.
We're not two anymore. You and me.
 
We just have to love more somehow.
The wind's going to blow through.
Even though we're being tricked by time, it's a little slow.
I'll never let you go.
 

Dream Island Obsessional Park

Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Marvelous mushroom shaped cloud in the sky
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon of the birds feeding in an ally
 
I shall talk to you with my hand on the grass in the sunbeams
See,our dream is blossoming on the lunch bench
 
Keep the sound of waves in your heart
Keep the melancholy on the bottom
Extend the bridge to tomorrow
Without worrying about a tidal wave
 
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Such a marvelous vapor trail
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon of the people passing on the popular street
 
I shall walk with you, holding your hand with a smile
See, the voice of 'it's all over'is drowned out by the wind
 
Without worrying about tomorrow
let your destination slide
Lock up your heart
Without believing in an avalanche
 
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Flaming rain that I used to see in my dreams
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon that I woke up by the office window
 
I shall go out with you since I was invited by the sunbeams
See, our dream is blossoming on the lunch bench
 
Listen to the wind blowing against the grass
Throw away melancholy
Believe that tomorrow will be fine
Without worrying about the meaning of the dream
 
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Marvelous mushroom shaped cloud in the sky
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon of the birds feeding in an ally
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The dream that we raised on the lunch bench
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon that was born in the sunbeams 
 

Paranoid #3

Versions: #2
(Hey, how have you been?)
 
Again on the same couch
How does it feel to be the one people meet after they've hit the rock bottom?
I used to come here gladly, (aha), I was searching for my soul
But one can't control themselves (Well yeah that's true...)
Dear diary
During the day I concentrated on inhaling
And during the evening to be quiet (shhh)
I'm waiting for every difficult morning
Every single night and keep count of them (Great)
 
And you're the one who decides
What is wrong and what is right? (Well I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way...)
Being stubborn,
When the mouth says scurrilous shit
Yackety-yack
This is an inquisition
Interest sponsors my own promo video
A big rabbit, Donnie Darko
Egg cartons are filling my walls
Guests who know less say
'What a nice home studio'
 
No, the heaven is falling
I won't clean or do the dishes anymore
It's futile
The recorder knocks, horrible laughter on the cord
I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut
I'm waiting on the doormat, next to the mail slot
That could they finally visit
Between the shades I'm lurking completely alone
That who is the one following me outside on the shade of the eaves
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Pain is just a sensation
Ambulance is just a ride
I can feel myself safe
Until I notice that my home is closed, oops
Scapegoat of the school social worker
The sick mind is the one blocking the toilets
And not any ignorant kid
They don't tend to
They're the ones who raised you too
 
I'm sorry for existing
I am not sick, not even when having cholera
I am listening to my neighbours like I would be working at Sonera 1
A pizza guy on your door: 'Hello, here's the pizza'
Don't open
Treatment plan meeting, room 10
Ten people, ten times
The feelings aren't going to die
Even when each time comparing to the previous one
 
The only pulse is impulse
Went two-folded
I have the power to turn the waters to wines
I wriggled on the cross, give me a kibbutz
On the mirror, I see Pertti Pasanen, Petri Gerdt and the Number of the Beast
Six Six Sicko
I am more than healthy
But I'm still spending my weekends here
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho
 

Paranoid #3

(Hey, how have you been?)
 
Again on the same couch
How does it feel to be the one people meet after they've hit the rock bottom?
I used to come here gladly, (aha), I was searching for my soul
But one can't control themselves (Well yeah that's true...)
Dear diary
During the day I concentrated on inhaling
And during the evening to be quiet (shhh)
I'm waiting for every difficult morning
Every single night and keep count of them (Great)
 
And you're the one who decides
What is wrong and what is right? (Well I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way...)
Being stubborn,
When the mouth says scurrilous shit
Yackety-yack
This is an inquisition
Interest sponsors my own promo video
A big rabbit, Donnie Darko
Egg cartons are filling my walls
Guests who know less say
'What a nice home studio'
 
No, the heaven is falling
I won't clean or do the dishes anymore
It's futile
The recorder knocks, horrible laughter on the cord
I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut
I'm waiting on the doormat, next to the mail slot
That could they finally visit
Between the shades I'm lurking completely alone
That who is the one following me outside on the shade of the eaves
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Pain is just a sensation
Ambulance is just a ride
I can feel myself safe
Until I notice that my home is closed, oops
Scapegoat of the school social worker
The sick mind is the one blocking the toilets
And not any ignorant kid
They don't tend to
They're the ones who raised you too
 
I'm sorry for existing
I am not sick, not even when having cholera
I am listening to my neighbours like I would be working at Sonera 1
A pizza guy on your door: 'Hello, here's the pizza'
Don't open
Treatment plan meeting, room 10
Ten people, ten times
The feelings aren't going to die
Even when each time comparing to the previous one
 
The only pulse is impulse
Went two-folded
I have the power to turn the waters to wines
I wriggled on the cross, give me a kibbutz
On the mirror, I see Pertti Pasanen, Petri Gerdt and the Number of the Beast
Six Six Sicko
I am more than healthy
But I'm still spending my weekends here
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho
 

• 1. Sonera is a former Finnish telecommunications company which has now merged with the Swedish company Telia

The Two Birds

We're two birds, on the stranger branches,
Neither telling a story, nor singing and talking,
We didn't fly so long that we forgot how to fly,
We remained on the way, and we forgot to reach destination,
 
No friend, no greeting, no one with a message,
We're alone on a tree, in a plain desert, without a shelter,
Our heads in each other's wings, yet we're still in need of a glance,
We're virtuous, innocent, and faultless
Free of words, full of sighs,
 
We're two birds, on the stranger branches,
Neither telling a story, nor singing and talking,
We didn't fly so long that we forgot how to fly,
We remained on the way, and we forgot to reach destination,
 
Though we die every winter,
Yet we revive in the spring,
 
Our cold bodies are impatient for the sunshine's touch,
Until revisit of spring, our recourse is but patience,
Patience, patience, recourse is but patience,
 
We're two birds, on the stranger branches,
Neither telling a story, nor singing and talking,
We didn't fly so long that we forgot how to fly,
We remained on the way, and we forgot to reach destination.
 

Paranoia

Versions: #2
We are in the trenches, digging pits
We miss seeing explosions.
Yankees are roaming at the border,
and they do not know that we are nearby.
 
And stars smiled at us from the skies.
You always play at night –
So we’ll sew wings on each other
and I will fly and you will fly…
 
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream thr length of paranoia.
 
We shifted letters in a word,
We studied the Kama Sutra,
Consumed love in excess –
Near the border, in the morning.
 
Then clouds smiled at us in the sky.
We were spotted, we were shot down.
Maybe, if we’d used a silk thread…
Maybe, they would not reach us here.
 
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream the length of paranoia.
 
Sidewalks smell of soap.
Wow, we got into Heaven.
Your face is frozen
with sadness…
 
But don’t give it a second thought – we are OK,
We are up here, high up as we wanted to be.
We will mend the wounded wings.
Congratulations, we have made it.
 
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream the length of paranoia.
 

paranoja

Versions: #2
Egyszer Rám nézett, egyszer látott engem,
Megbámult, hozzambujt,
Ez azt jelenti, ez azt jelenti,
mit is jelent, mit is jelent.
Feltettem egy kérdést, töle mit kerdeztem,feltettem egy kérdést.
 
Te ram neztel,engem láttál,
engem bámultál,fogtad a kezem,
Odajöttél hozzám, kettétörted a derekam, hallottad a hangomat.
Nézd ,nezd magad! ugye hamuvá égettél, elolvadtal
 
Ram nezett?, Engem latott?
Ezt latta? Engemet szeretett?.
Engemet csokolt? Tölem kerdezte?Elkapta a kezemet
Jajj, jajj nekem, jo lenne megbizonyosodni.
 
valaki ott volt, látott engemet?
A kerdest kerdezte.kerdest kerdezett?
Kerdest kerdezett.Engem kerdezett?
Jajj, jajj nekem!
 
Te vagy az, akinek beszélek,
A szolgád lettem, kutyává váltam,latta valaki a helyzetemet?
Valaki ütött?valaki kibillentett az egyensúlyomból.
nezd a helyzetemet, egyszer sem nevettem.
 
Állíts mar meg, állíts mar meg,
Állítsd meg a nyelvem, állítsd le a hangom, egy orvost nekem!
Nézz rám, nezz az agyamba,
megtörtenhetett?
 

The ten commandments of hobos - Don't disturb the dream of God

We always saw the church tower first
That's how we knew which town we approach.
Then we started to hammer on the top of the truck's cabin
Stop, brother, here it will be OK
Around the churches were standing the weak, the left-behind
Those who never dared to get started to anywhere
Neither the dream, nor the unknown attracted them
They staid and comported
One must appreciate them, for they are the Homeland.
 
The hobos of my age banged not on the gates of castles in the pouring rain
Asking for admission, accommodation, warm meal
As the bloodshed decreased they were looking for each other
And were waiting for the dream shivering with cold in the blood-red night.
 
Throughout centuries laws were issued against them
The last was called parasitism
If they caught you and you didn't have a house, work
Stocks, labour service, wounds, stomps, chains.
And then escaping to foreign soil.
 
Passport is a beautiful word, like love
For me the music was my traveling document
I couldn't afford any more, yet it was more than I deserved
But music knew no borders
And it found a way here above, between, below the wires.
 
I considered myself a vagabond
I started with open heart, ignorant brain
I had no destination, I was just going
Jack London gave me my name and my cross
Always keep yourself to the road.
 
I thought that this was going to be enough, that this way I'll be free
Nobody ever saw the Book of Hobos
Perhaps it was never ever written
Or even if it exists somewhere, it has no letters
Only pictures, maps, signs, drawings, sounds, fragrances
In order to be accessible to all vagabonds
We know no languages yet we understand each other.
 
The real hobos are homeless
The stupider ones are tourists
They just originate from somewhere, and at old-age they tell tales about that
How good is to return to somewhere
This is a lie
They only tell this, to make people love them at their old-age.
 
The grey-haired hobo - what a nice role
The late Prodigal Son returns as a veteran
His children watch his movements with distressed heart.
He should have apologize them, but instead he gifts stones and tells tales
Sometimes even signs a song with heartbreaking self-pity.
 
I got tired, I got old
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
Cheer up, I've returned
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
Steadfast servants take care of me
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
I didn't confess for long, I'm sick
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
 
And even that old, sick, lame, hunched
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
He appears to be mysterious in the eyes of the family
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
He left them several times
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
Then he asked for money immediately
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
The egoist bastard knows
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
That they will forgive him
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
But where's the prayer for the family left
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
 
He didn't lie to himself
He loved his children
Less his women
But more than everything else he adored the road
And now approaching the end, he doesn't want to give in lonely
Alone is good to tramp, but not to die.
 

Bird

My beautiful bird, when'll you come?
The friend of my lonely days, when'll you come?
My beautiful bird, when'll you come?
The friend of my lonely days, when'll you come?
 
I am craving your colour and scenet
My fresh and pretty coloured flower, when'll you come?
 
Bird..
I wish to be your shade
Bird...
I wish to be your water and seed
Bird..
I wish to be your shade
Bird...
I wish to be your water and seed
 
My beautiful bird, when'll you come?
The friend of my lonely days, when'll you come?
My beautiful bird, when'll you come?
The friend of my lonely days, when'll you come?
 
I am craving your colour and scenet
My fresh and pretty coloured flower, when'll you come?
 
Bird..
I wish to be your shade
Bird...
I wish to be your water and seed
Bird..
I wish to be your shade
Bird...
I wish to be your water and seed
 
If the season to be in love in spring
I've been without spring for a whole life, when'll you come?
For the sake of the love of this lovely spring
I've been waiting for a whole life, when'll you come?
 
Come singer of my alleys and gardens
Come till the moment I have life, come to me
I'd wanna be with you so long as the world is the world
I'd wanna be with you till the sun's atop of mountains
 
Bird..
I wish to be your shade
Bird...
I wish to be your water and seed
Bird..
I wish to be your shade
Bird...
I wish to be your water and seed