A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Hello Sadness

For as long as we've been together
You come every morning
To give me the first caress
Hello, sadness.
Friend who looks like me
You're the only mirror
In which I can contemplate my youth
Hello, sadness.
You know the secret of my pain
Because it was you who rocked it in its cradle.
 
And if I must remember
You come to put your hand on mine
And you never forget
For as long as we've been together
You're my only love
I'm too weak
To leave you
Hello, sadness
For as long as we've been together
You're my only love
And I'm too weak
To leave you
Hello, sadness.
 
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'.

The Road of Sorrows Part II

Fate through a bullet
If there`d be seven lives
The nights too long
You won`t forgive me (for them)
 
Leave me wiped
When you`ll know me
Undying only a verse
Absent among the living
 
I`m a jewelcrafter
I`m selling thousands of sorrows
I throw them towards the sky
Lead in arrows
 
Life in droplets
When it will dry out
A bird in free fall
I will throw
 
The nights were fretting
When the stars were falling
In my chest I was gathering
The sorrows were burning
 
Abandoned beaches
To rent (I want)
In late autumns
To drink from the rain (I want)
 
I have nothing left
Beneath the ribs nothing
The empty twinge in the chest
Hoarfrost in an envelope
 
The nights were fretting
When the stars were falling
In my chest I was gathering
The sorrows were burning
 

To the Sad One

There lies what once was: the stubborn sword
of the Saxon and its steel metric,
the seas and the islands of exile
of Laertes' son, the golden
moon of the Persian and the endless gardens
of philosophy and history,
the sepulchral gold of the memory
and in the shadow, the smell of the jasmines.
And none of it matters. The resigned
exercising of the verse doesn't save you
nor do the waters of the dream or the star
which forgets dawn in the razed night.
A single woman is your care,
she's just like the others, but she is herself.
 

The Year's Saddest Song

Dear, when our wine get bitter or lose its flavor
When my make-up gets smudged and the photos fade
Will you still heat me when there's not even heat left for me?
And when the cigarette dies off, will the ashes and the freshness have been worth it?
 
When our song plays, will you still remember the rhythm?
When the world hurts me, will you still want to ease my pain?
Your voice and your breath are my favorite noises
But when I forget to live, your eyes will still remind me of who I am
 
Will you still want to wake up with my touch and listening to my voice?
Will your life still mean anything if our life was all that was left for you?
When you get tired, my hug will still be your shelter
But when life ends, will you still want to go wherever I go?
 
Will you still smile when I'm your only reason?
Will you still hear what I say even when I only want to talk about love?
Will you still try to understand me when I no longer make sense?
And will you still be with me after you see my worst side?
 
Translation done by Alma Barroca. In case you want to reprint it, please ask for permission first and always cite my name as its author. /
Tradução feita por Alma Barroca. Caso você queira reutilizá-la, por favor peça por permissão antes e sempre cite meu nome como o do autor.

Gloomy Evening

Barbarically that woman sang
In that deserted cafe, late,
Barbarically, but full of sorrow -
And such an upset all about ...
And in the music's monstrous row
Barbarically that woman sang.
 
Barbarically that woman sang ...
And there we were, in such a gloom -
Through cigarette-smoke, as through clouds,
Pondering non-existent worlds ...
And with a long, satanic boom,
Barbarically that woman sang.
 
Barbarically that woman sang,
And such an upset all about ...
And we never even made it home,
Foreheads on tables, crying out,
While over us, in the deserted room -
Barbarically that woman sang ...