A keresés eredménye

In My Birthday Suit

I’d like to get everything off of me:
as naked as in my birthday suit.1
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
Non so much for modesty, as to get off of me
four layers of cloth that cover me from the world.
I’d like to get everything off of me,
I’d like to get everything off of me.
 
I’m getting rid of sunglasses,
of shirts that have been too tight for a while now.
It’s always the same old story, Your Eminence.2
I swear, they are pointless.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me,
like a cupid in a painting by Giotto.
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
 
Getting rid of, combing, my beard and hair,
conjectures and distractions.
My world-wise appearance
doesn’t help me feel less of a moron.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me,
because I’m tired, because I think it’s right.
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
 
Completely erasing future expectations,
mental masturbation.
Existentialist questions by rocket-science philosophers
are pointless, as you can see.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me,
as free and serene as I once was.
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
Non so much for modesty, as to get off of me
four layers of cloth that cover me from the world.
I’d like to get everything off of me,
I’d like to get it off of me.
 
Getting rid of pretensions of neutron fission,
useless ravings about revolution.
People who think they’re wise
err of approximation.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me.
 

• 1. Lit. ‟As naked as mum made me”.
• 2. Lit. ‟the same old soup”.

You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV

Breathe

When the dances are beginning for others,
and you are shut in a room, lying in bed.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)1
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
It seems like time doesn’t feel like venturing out,
you’d like to wreck those hours.2
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
 
And you must be alone with yourself,
with that throbbing pain that has overwhelmed you.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
You must live with it, you can’t decide,
looking for beauty in some sentence, in some gesture.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
 
You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.
You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
 
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
What doesn’t kill you, surely makes you stronger.
 
And if, at the beginning, being left alone is grievous,
going on, it seems less and less bad.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
You look for strength from the pit of your stomach,
you look for the little bit that’s hidden in every nook and cranny.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
 
Day by day, day by day.
Day by day, day by day.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.
You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
 
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
What doesn’t kill you, surely makes you stronger.
 
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
What doesn’t kill you, surely makes you stronger.
 
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
(you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe)
 
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!
What doesn’t kill you, surely makes you stronger.
 

• 1. Lit. ‟You’re lacking air”.
• 2. mattanza = killing, slaughter.

You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV

I Resist

It’s not on whom brought me into this world,
nor on things that happen,
that I blame my sadness.
 
Not on love with a bad ending,
nor on the month in the hospital
which gave me a conspicuous scar.
 
It’s not the fault of events,
of the price of diesel fuel,
of delays or of relatives.
 
It’s nobody’s fault
if I feel like a nobody
and I’m no longer 20.
 
It’s not the fault of stars or of fate,
of the world smelling
like a wet dog.
 
It’s just that, sometimes, when people are speaking,
I can’t hear them,
and I often find myself feeling out of place.
When I’d really like to be somewhere else,
but I don’t know where…
 
But I exist, I resist, and I insist.
I exist, I resist, and I insist.
I exist, I resist, and I insist.
I exist, I resist, and I insist.
 
It’s not the burden of things, it’s not chance,
it’s the smoke of engines,
it’s not blood from my nose.
 
It’s just that, sometimes, it’s cold
getting out of bed,
and I’d like it to be always April.
When everything is its own opposite,
and I no longer know what to say…
 
But I exist, I resist, and I insist.
I exist, I resist, and I insist.
I exist, I resist, and I insist.
I exist, I resist, and I insist.
 
It’s not on whom brought me into this world
nor on things that happen,
that I blame my sadness.
 
It’s nobody’s fault
if I feel like a nobody
and I’m no longer 20.
 
You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV