A keresés eredménye oldal 14

Thirst

Your kiss was on my lips
a refreshing sweetness.
Your loving mouth gave me
the sensation of living water and black blackberries1
 
Tired I lied down upon the lawns
with your arm lying, for support.
And I your kiss silenced me between my lips,
like a ripe fruit from the jungle
or a washed pebble from the stream.
 
I am thirsty, once again, my beloved.
Give me your fresh kiss like a
little stone from the river.
 

• 1. this is redundant because in Spanish the word for blackberry does not contain 'black'

Love

Love is fragrant like a bouquet of roses.
Through loving, all the sprintimes are possessed.
Eros brings in his quiver the odorous flowers
of all the umbras and all the meadows.
 
When he comes to my bed he brings the aroma of estuaries,
of savage corollas and juicy clovers.
Ardent outpourings of goldfinch nests,
hidden in the segments of the leafy ceibo tree!
 
All my young flesh impregnates itself with that essence!
Perfume of flowery and wild springtimes
stay in my brown skin of blazing transparency
 
perfumes of broom plants, of lilies and wisteria.
Love reaches my bed crossing long eras
And anoints my skin with fresh countryside essences.
 

Savage root

The vision of that cart of wheat
which crossed, grinding and heavy,
sowing the straight path with spikes
has remained nailed in my eyes.
 
Don't pretend now that you laugh!
You don't know in which deep memories
I am preoccupied!
 
From the depths of my soul rises
a flavor of Surinam cherry to my lips.
My dark epidermis still has
unknown fragrances of laid wheat ready for threshing.
 
Oh, I would like to take you with me
to sleep one night in the countryside
and in your arms remain until daylight
beneath the rustling rooftop of a tree!
 
I am the same savage girl
which years ago you brought to your side.
 

Weather vane

Incredibly but it's a fact: on the highest tower of a port town an old weather vane suddenly started talking.
 
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
 
A summer weather vane...
In the wind I turn around, I turn around
There won't be any other fate
This is the only thing I am suited for
 
A little faster or a bit slower -- I am turning around
I could live a better life
But I am afraid of immobility
 
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
 
Wait! Don't blow on me
For once in my life I'd like a rest from the turning
 
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
 
The wind won't kill me
It can't break my neck
You will see in me everything that will happen in your life
 
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
A weather vane, a weather vane, I am a weather vane...
 
Wait! Don't blow on me
For once in my life I'd like a rest from the turning
 
A weather vane, a weather vane, ay, weather vane.
A weather vane, a weather vane, ay, weather vane...
 
A weather vane, a weather vane, an old weather vane...
A weather vane, a weather vane, an old weather vane...
 

City of lovers

O you, Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us sing together that
World belongs to the lovers
 
You my love, my partner
Time of our meeting has arrived
 
Again in the dome(house) of heart
Your memory has waken up
 
My heart counts until the dawn
Each and every of the moments
 
Again blossoms flowered
Over the full length of the roads
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us sing together that
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lets go to a city
That love is everlasting there
 
The place where the talks are about the
Love stories forever
 
In the land of lover
All the seasons are spring
 
Lets go to the place
That loves are endurable
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us sing together that
World belongs to the lovers
 
I'm tired of word repetions
I want a very famous love
 
Instead of I love you
I need some new sentence
 
Take my hands in your hands
Read it from my eyes
 
That I want to tell you
Stay with me forever
Stay with me forever
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
You my love, my partner
Time of our meeting has arrived
 
Again in the dome(house) of heart
Your memory has waken up
 
My heart counts until the dawn
Each and every of the moments
 
Again blossoms flowered
Over the full length of the roads
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lets go to a city
That love is everlasting there
 
The place where the talks are about the
Love stories forever
 
In the land of lover
All the seasons are spring
 
Lets go to the place
That loves are endurable
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us stay together
World belongs to the lovers
 
Lily and Jasmin flowers, tell me:
Where is the city of lovers?
 
Let us sing together that
World belongs to the lovers
 

Poetry Is a Loaded Weapon of the Future

When nothing personally exalting is expected anymore,
but it beats and keeps getting closer to the conscience,
fiercly existing, blindly affirmed,
like a pulse that strikes the darkness.
 
When they look straight into
the reeling clear eyes of death,
truths are told:
the barbaric, terrible, loving cruelties.
 
The poems are recited
that broaden the lungs of many, asphyxiated,
they ask to exist, they ask for rhythm,
they ask for a law for that which they feel is excessive.
 
With the velocity of instinct,
with the ray of the prodigy,
like magical evidence, what is real becomes
identical to itself.
 
Poetry for the poor, necessary poetry
like daily bread,
like the air we require thirteen times a minute
in order to exist and meanwhile give a yes that glorifies.
 
Because we lived violently, because if they barely allow us
to say that we are who we are,
our songs cannot be an adornment without sin.
We are hitting bottom.
 
I curse the poetry that is conceived as a
cultural luxury by those who are neutral
that, by washing their hands, they disengage and avoid.
I curse the poetry of those who won't take sides until they get dirty.
 
I own my transgressions. I sense inside me how many suffer and I sing while breathing.
I sing, and sing, and sing beyond my personal
hardships, I grow.
 
I would like to give them life, provoke new acts,
and so I calculate what I can with technique.
I feel like a verse engineer and a laborer
that works with others of Spain in their irons.
 
Such is my poetry: poetry-tool
a simultaneous beat of the unanimous and blind.
Such is a loaded weapon with an expansive future
with which I point at your chest.
 
It is not a drop by drop thought-out poem.
It is not a beautiful product. It is not a perfect fruit.
It is something like the air that we all breathe
and it is the song that broadens how much we carry inside.
 
They are words that we all repeat feeling like
they are ours, and they fly. They are more than that.
They are what is needed most: that which has no name.
They are cries in heaven, and acts on earth.
 

Cold And Raw Terror

Let's go to what's interesting, to defeat bad guys
We got fools here and I asked for heroes
You are a bunch to forget
But you can believe that even you
You will be a cold and raw terror
 
Calm and serene but also burning
Find your center
That is how you'll win
You are pathetic and you'll realize that you have much to learn
You will be a cold and raw terror
 
I cannot breathe
There goes my past
What an idiot I was at not going to gym
This guy is really bad
I hope they don't find out
I wish I knew how to swim
 
You will fight with the speed of a furious river
You will fight with the impact of a typhoon
You will fight with the power of a huge fire
Mystery of the hidden side of the moon
 
At any moment they can arrive
Only my orders can escape
You can not even fight then
Get going, because I've decided
You won't inspire a cold and raw terror
 
You will fight with the speed of a furious river
You will fight with the impact of a typhoon
You will fight with the power of a huge fire
Mystery of the hidden side of the moon
 
You will fight with the speed of a furious river
You will fight with the impact of a typhoon
You will fight with the power of a huge fire
Mystery of the hidden side of the moon
 

Parable for own ??? birthday

Pioneer of gutters, gutterings, cornices, rooftops
Well travelled in palaces, fluffy beds
To myself a secret, pride, and terror
To nobody owing mercy or respect
I step thoroughly through shadowy troughs of night
I look through windows, into the glass books of light
I comprehend insomnia – bastard of insomnia's
when – like it or not – someone else's takes me for a witness
No use out of me here: I’m battling through the night
I – Le Diable boiteux, I – a March raunchy tomcat
 
behind his desk, a politician’s blacking out the papers
so thickly, he can’t even tell when he lies
into ecstasy turned agony, with mere words
insomnia of ambition lulling his memories
the window suggests an elevated reflection
In halo of fur glowing eyes’ fountain
'Look at me! I don't sleep so you may lie in lethargy.
‘without me, ye ungrateful, meet the bottom line!'
No use for me here: I have pride of my own
and conceited passion at odds with reason
 
A banker sic —ing cigar's smoke against slumber
He's planning tomorrow's merciful cut
that will let all the blood out of a partner
bringing a mutually beneficial venture to its extent
He sights the lame creature in the window
and teases old unused conscience:
'Victory likes silence. Failure likes the crowd.
Herring likes onion, and money – wordlessness'
No use for me here: I have my own turf
where the world is all viscera and graft
 
Sleepless author longing hugs a phial
As if the spirits could lend him spirit
Words once great became trivial
even yelled out fall completely mute
Pigeons sleep in nests made of their own soil
moonlike reflection of swaying head of a cat
he dreamed of freedom and he is given leeway
so as to take away remnats of faith and prospect
No use for me here: I have my own glooms
and my own loneliness that never adjourns
 
Behind this window, a pair is mating furiously.
gasping silence not to disturb children’s sleep
just behind the door - a litter of four sleeping cuddly
She's determined to last, he's enduring the lust
And they pray, they pray to be more wealthy
Trusting shadows more than they trust each other
They're praying to God, so he pulls them out of poverty
For misery lives off lust, like life lives off love
No use for me here: when I get horny
I think of nothing, I care for no deities
 
And here! This window – Death lives all alone
feeding on remnants of joys and guilt
Noiselessly past this one I shamble
before merciful oblivion embraces [me]
 
First day of Spring spewed me in convulsion
writhing in instincts and senses
To catress I annouce my yowling proclaimation
I warn a cat with hateful hiss
Myself I was a god! The oracle to mankind
Envoy of witches, clever cat Behemoth
now – lines of my borders – I mark with nasty broth
for my existences so many, for the score I care not
 
what, when, why, where, how much and what for
uncessant battles of inedaquacies spectator
 

Saturday Lover

The rain that starts to fall and
the street lights turning on
The you who is standing still
Welcome!
 
Saturday night
has just started
Just like our love
buzzing
 
The smiling you is
a soft gem
The me staring at you is
a lonely
swaying umbrella
 
Neon colored raincoat
Let's run to the end
Look! The eternal dream has
started
 
IT'S JUST COME FOR YOU AND ME
SATURDAY NIGHT
 

False Neurose

Kill me, the person from way back
Kill me, the person from long ago
What am I doing with them at this time?
Why do I have to go along?
When did I come to be this way?
Be just as now
 
I walked in a world completely stained with lies
I only have a paper scrap in my hands
So that I wouldn't get lost, I lit up a fire
before someone wakes up
 
Nobody cares about me (I will not stand up)
Nobody knows about me (I will not wake up)
 
This entwining feeling that I have is always
like a chain of faulty situations
For how long? To what extent?
I will always be standing here from now on
 
They just talk among themselves and they will forever
 
Tell me the reason why you're alive
Tell me the reason why you're proud
Right now 'I' am no longer 'I'
'Love' and 'dreams' they all vanished
Everything is meaningless
Nothing I wanna know
 
Tell me the reason why you're alive
Be just as now
 
'If you have a dream you can accomplish it'?
If so, that'll mean that there's no one unhappy
The contradictory words are now confusing foolish Alice
 
Get lost in yourself
 
Nobody cares about me (You will not stand up)
Nobody knows about me (You will not wake up)
 
They just talk among themselves and they will forever
 
Tell me the reason why you're alive
Tell me the reason why you're proud
Right now 'I'am no longer 'I'
'Love' and 'dreams' they all vanished
Everything is meaningless
Kill me, the person from way back
Kill me, the person from long ago
'Who' is the one called 'I' now?
'This' and 'that' they are all the same
and that won't change
Nothing I wanna know
 
'Everyone' is seeing the same world
Don't you feel like 'I'am a rat inside a dreamland?
There's only now so
Tell me the reason why you're alive
Tell me the reason why you're proud
Right now 'I'am no longer 'I'
That's right, 'I' am a 'NEUROTIC of lies'
 
Nothing will change
Yeah Nothing I wanna know
 

Harsh Tenderness

The sun kissed the stone pier
I see your boat far away
The wind is swaying olive branches
Were they the ones whispering to us all night, all night?
 
Chorus: (x2)
You left alone and the sea embraced you
It will remind you of my love
My heart is overtaken by a mortal fear
Will you share your harsh life with me?
 
The sunset is burning in crimson fires
The board are returning with full nets
You come home with a salty savor in your hair
And from you radiates a harsh tenderness - male tenderness
 
Chorus: (x3)
You left alone and the sea embraced you
It will remind you of my love
My heart is overtaken by a mortal fear
Will you share your harsh life with me?
 

Auroros from Zarza Capilla

In the name of Almighty God,
We're going to praise this beautiful Virgin of the Dawn,
not in the manner that the Virgin deserves,
but rather as my tongue can explain.
 
I'm sure you know
that a great devotion moves us
and we're going to sing Her praises.
 
The morning rosary
is a high-value staircase,
since it's the way to go up to Heaven
to see Mary, who is the Mother of God.
 
Pay attention,
since Mary is protection and shelter,
sweetness and help to us.
 
One hundred and fifty steps
has the staircase of this garden
and there are fifteen carnations in between
which link by tens the roses of April.
 
Brothers, come
to pray the rosary to Mary
if you want to reach the Kingdom of Heaven.
 

Zero Chronicle - Sin of the beginning

World that floats Quietly ask
What are the thing that divided the Light and Dark
Take on the life Embracing hope
collapsing of the Equilibrium, Fate laughs
 
For the light to shine Breaks the Light.
'observe' is clear Cruel notihng
 
Wanted to believe until the end. could not believe
want the Same future Minds are staggered.
An outstretched hand A falling hand
The two unable to do meet.
 

Crappy shanty on europe-ness of the Pole

This writing rather numbing
but how can I not get writing
in spite of all the numbing dumbing
everyone’s not giving a damn
so as I actually do give one
I have got to write some --- anyhow
anyway --- anywhat
just to get it done somehow
just to have it in the back
anywhere for anywhom
anyhow
who's effortin – he's tormentin
moanin bendin and kneelin
waste of life for this dealin
none will heal you from the reelin
none will raise from your knees
unnoticed among the cubicles – anyhow..!
aint worth your sweat
what demands breaking sweat
life of wingin and half-assin
turns a martyr way more classy
just kick back and stop whinin
chill and stop being such a Lassie
anywho --- anyhow
anywhat any which way
just to get it done somehow
just to have it in the back
just to chill and get off
anyway
life's such a beach
that all good comes with bills
so you lookin at the posters:
better world, dough, cheerful rags
“choose the mill, take the whips” -
we give no flying craps--- anyway..!
whole craft in making do
cut the corners and build a cocoon
dont let twinges move from fringes
world not flower, fate not cocoa
dont go crazy, live on pringles
and stuff all else down the oh no! kek
anywhere – anyway
where there ain't no hooks
far from the ticks
that got under your skin
how can they still win...
no two way – i'm a Pole
free spirit and free will
Milano, Paris und Berlin
got naught on me
I am Polish! Ich bin Pole!
I'm making my own history ---anyway!
Any how! Any way!
Just to elbow my own way
just for the will to take off
and also make it pay off
anyway..
Вот Поляк!
 

Draw the Love -LET'S KISS THE SUN-

Aiming for the future with you everyday
Let's shoot the shining love's arrow
Gets released strongly and draws a flame
Releases a rainbow behind itself
There's nothing to prevent those two to join hands together
Let's go with the flow
 
Flying all day, to wherever baby
Flying all night, with no interference
A dazzling kiss suits your shining heart
Let's kiss the sun, Let's kiss the sun
 
Love overfills the sky
Being together with you begins a journey
Let's fly far away with silver colored wings
Hug the loving heart
 
Flying all day, beyond the time, Baby
Flying all night, in the hands of those two
Let's give a dazzling kiss to that shining heart
Let's kiss the sun, Let's kiss the sun
 

Today Drunk, Tommorow Drunk

Gramatically incorrect, translation partially word by word, to keep the Romanian musicality of this song
 
Drunk today, drunk tommorow
My house isn't swept
(x2)
And I will sweep it (on) Friday evening,
To be (like this) for the whole summer
(x2)
 
The day after tommorow I'm gonna be sober
And my house I'm gonna sweep it
(x2)
Anything to do has no one
No one with my house. (*)
(x2)
 
To stike him God to strike him
that one with the wide belt
(x2)
'Cause he (had) put the little pub at my gate,
I found my woman drunk
 
And the hoese unswept,
And the house unswept!
 
Hai, la-la-la-la....(Hai = short form for come on/ let's go)
 
And I'm gonna swipe it on Friday evening,
To be (like this) for the whole summer
(x2)
The day after tommorow I'm gonna be sober
And my house I'm gonna sweep it
(x2)
 
(**)
And my neighbours(women) are laughing at me
'Cause I drank the chickens
(x2)
And I'll drink the rooster too
(***)
Only if my oldman lives
(x2)
 
Anything to do has no one,
No one with my house!
 
Hai, la-la-la-la...
 
ENGLISH MEANING FOR (*), changed the repetition word:
No one has anything to do, anything to do with my house
 
ALTERNATIVE FORM FOR (**) - it is interpretable
And my neighbours(women) are laughing at me
'Cause (we) the chickens we drank
And I will drink (I) and the rooster (together)
(***)
Only that my oldman would live!
 

Freak

By the window is dark, breathing on the glass.
A drop of cheeks tearing apart.
Thoughts of caravan walking on it's heels.
You did't come, I'm scared.
What I feel inside.
You are somewhere with her, I am looking for you.
Our world is on fire.
Your nasty plan is easily revealed.
I'll sell the rhythm that you forgot.
Buying two or three, I'm putting crosses on you.
 
You killed my love, shot at close range.
I'm lying in the blood, dark corridor.
It hurts so much to breathe, you're inside it.
How do I continue to live, what a freak you are!
Killed my love with a shot at close range.
I'm lying in the blood, dark corridor.
It hurts so much to breathe, you're inside it.
How do I continue to live, what are you...
 
Picking out pain, all my love.
Dark ceiling, I found the answer.
Come on shooter, pull your trigger.
To start everything, you have to die.
Closing my eyes, I'm flying to the light.
Freeze air, I don't breathe.
 
You killed my love, shot at close range.
I'm lying in the blood, dark corridor.
It hurts so much to breathe, you're inside it.
How do I continue to live, what a freak you are!
Killed my love with a shot at close range.
I'm lying in the blood, dark corridor.
It hurts so much to breathe, you're inside it.
How do I continue to live, what are you...
 
You killed my love with a shot at close range.
I'm lying in the blood, dark corridor.
It hurts so much to breathe, you're inside it.
How do I continue to live, what are you...
 
Translated by Luka Marin ©
Instagram: @lukenzibitte
Any changes or copying will be punished by the law of copyright.
Превео Лука Марин ©

Love, love, love, and broaden your soul

I wish my voice would be so strong
that sometimes even the mountains would rumble,
and you, socially numbed minds, would hear
the words of love from my threat.
 
Open your arms and mind, and share
for you were only taught hate and avarice,
and I want all of us, like brothers,
to give out loves, tears and smiles.
 
When I was little, they imposed the customs on me,
they raised me to be a wealthy man,
but now I´d rather be an indian
than a prominent lawyer.
 
Chorus (x3)
 
We must leave the paved social path
because or hooves get glued to it
you have to fly free on the sun and wind,
sharing the love you have inside.
 
Love, love and love,
and broaden your soul.
 

Bolde-Lee Vs. Rouroulette - Epic Pokemon Battle #7

Nooo, not rouroulette!!.. Oh hello and welcome to the Hard-Corner! Fortunately, death is not a fatality in video games. I have a tape to show you all this!
Come on!
 
Epic Pokemon Battle!
Rouroulette!
Against!
Bolde-Lee!
Go! Go!
 
Bolde-Lee:
Welcome to this dojo, you little beetle.
Oh! But I recognize you, you're that little bird.
Who has not been able to fly far enough, nor high enough,
To dodge my assaults, thus resting in peace...
Are you asking me for a rematch? So don't disappoint me.
Let's go for an avalanche of kicks and punches!
Attention! This is not a training.
You may die... more seriously.
I accept all challenges but do not accept defeat.
Let's let the facts speak for themselves, my victory is already made.
I knocked you down once, didn't you find your grave?
Then let me drive you down, dig, to the next world!
Look at you! An egg that has never been able to hatch.
METEORE FIST! I'm sending you out there!
And if you come back again, braving death forever,
FIRE FIST! I will burn your soul on the flames of your body.
 
Rouroulette:
I'm coming back from heaven to make you go through hell.
From where I am, you're just a speck of dust.
You're right to have gloves, be careful with my claws!
You're just a little worm I'm eating for dessert!
I'm crazy! Nothing scares me.
Death is neither a fatality nor a mistake.
You beat me, and then what? Nothing left!
Locked up forever in site number one.
But you're a rock, Lee. I feel sorry for your adventure....
You beat me, but soon after you're overwhelmed with wounds.
Your master is ashamed of you, he abandons you, what a bastard!
While Lunatic loves me, I am his second capture.
I will be remembered. We already forgot you!
I wander in the heavens, watching your captivity.
So did you like my TORNADO of rhymes and violence?
Yes, I know, I'm CRU-AL, we call it revenge!
 
Bolde-Lee:
Revenge is a dish that I enjoy with delight.
Seeing this rage that emanates from our altercation.
Are you losing your temper? You lose the fight!
I have a STEEL mind your NORMAL type does not affect me.
You're so memorable, Lunatic replaced you.
You're so pathetic you've never evolved.
And you've never learned to fly, so get ready to fall.
It's time to get rid with a STRATOPERCUT!
 
Rouroulette:
No wonder, my dear friend, I am not finished yet.
Let me correct a couple of things because you're full of shit!
The first is to dare to talk about my estate.
A pathetic replica, made in your nation.
The second is to say that I lost my temper.
I told you I'm crazy! That I am without faith and law!
And the third, your STRATOPERCUT, is not for this time.
I trained in heaven and I send it back to you 100 times!
 
Who deserves to win?
Who will be next?
You have the power!
 

This Is My Singing

Sleep, sweet Kovu
Dream and tell me that
When you grow up, my lion
You will be the king
 
I have always been persecuted
I'm exiled and alone
If I think in that brute
I know I'm a beast
 
But a dream lets me
Cheer up and not cry
And it makes me be a kitten
And it helps me rest
 
It's about seeing Simba agonize
To capture his princess
And hear his lionesses scream
This is my singing
 
I've already tried to forget
And we must turn to forgiveness
But there's a little problem
I don't want to see them live
 
Do you count with any friend
To defeat Simba?
I prepare my own battles
For the great happy ending
 
It's music to hear howling
It's a relief to break, to fight
It's magical, and I'll love it
I shall not be tamed
 
Scar is gone, but Zira is still here
Raising this kid
Until his soul carries
The instinct for evil
 
Sleep, termite
I mean, my precious dainty gift
When you grow up, little rascal
You will be the king
 
The earth already pounds the drum
It already roars with its rancor
 
The great revenge
Will triumph
 
Listen to the clamor
Kovu is going win
 
Stop, oppressors
It's time to fight
The sky is going to cry
This is my singing
 

Impure Honey

It's almost night, where will you be?
Good angel, I am
Here in a slow silence
Paying for freedom
Your voice grows within me
I'm sitting on the floor
And liberating my weight
I search for those who aren't there
Within my 'because'
But I no longer have a heart
What there is now
Is a bore
Impure honey
Without you
 
Even the moon drifts up there
Mirror of the city
In an ageless time
It's hard to live
All that dies is what will flower
Again next spring
Now, what I know
I do not know
I immerse myself in you
Drinking the love I drown in
It's impure honey
Without you
 
And only what flowers lives
You're a dream, a pure weightless body
Always one more
Beside me
And I live in you
It's pure honey
 
If you love me, love
I'll save myself
You are my prayer
And I will finally climb back up to you
 
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i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be 'word for word' but at least it will be pretty

Harvest Festival in the Workers' Cultural Centre

It doesn't matter how much we sang – it was as good as if were silent,
That's why our holy water is now dead.
The wheels of sorrow have run over us,
And here we go to the harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
It's time to refrain, but how do you refrain?
[How do you] leave this zone, pull the wires out of yourself?
And Rose from the State Timber Enterprise and Mary the Wedding Bird
Are dying for a ticket
For the harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
We know the machine is utterly broke,
We know there's no road here and never has been.
Close your eyes so you don't see a faun creeping in the field,
A star fallen from the sky is knocking at the door.
The harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
Black soot red as a flag,
Blown up trains among the ancient ruins,
Under the feet of the passers-by are paintings from Hermitage,
The conductor is completely deaf –
The harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
It doesn't matter how much we sang – it was as good as if were silent,
That's why our holy water is now dead.
And on the starry night I will wait on the quay.
We're in the beginning yet. The harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 

In a one feet road

I jump and run in a small one feet road
I long and search for my cuckoo bird niece
 
The sandalwood garland is adding more attraction,
the intensity of smell increases
I feel like to merge with my parrot
like a chain
 
The sugar gives a mesmerizing effect on me,
can this bro-in-law come to exchange garland?
 
My eye balls
Sa Ga Ni Sa
Ga Ni Sa Ma Ga Ma Ga Sa
Ga Ni Sa Ga Ga Sa
Ga Pa Ga Sa Ga Ga Sa Ni Sa
 
You are the chrysanthemum flower bloomed in streets
You are the flower bouquet which I saved in my eyes
 
Hey, hey, the flower vine
O the mother's lap place where one forgets worries
O beauty, o beauty, the girl beauty
O the chariot beauty who walks in road
 
Like a shadow, I came running after you
Once you look at me
 
I jump and run in a small one feet road
I long and search for my cuckoo bird niece
 
Many times you went without seeing me
I became like a rust in the iron
 
I gave my life to you
Still I was afraid to come closer to you
O life, o life, my life
You are my world, O life
 
I have mirror all over my heart,
don't break it by playing ball game on it
Don't kill me, O eyes, O eye balls
 
I jump and run in a small one feet road
I long and search for my cuckoo bird niece
 
The smell that I feel inside my heart is forest golden champak flower
The love sandalwood will speak of news and glare the eyes
 
To fly like a bird, will you come along with me?
 
O eye balls, come
to pamper me, come
 

Slaughterhouse 18

The neighbors in the area would be surprised if they ever knew
That at the back of the slaughterhouse 18, things like this happen
The police arrive, investigate, don't find anything, don't even suspect
That there are people locked downstairs for days
 
How many more will fall
By the well of the slaughterhouse 18, it's impossible to leave the cold chamber
Some are then found on the river bank
But most simply disappeared
 
Those who already know today live in the shadow of fear
They will never say anything, they will keep it a secret
Even with all the deaths there will always be an unsuspecting
Who decides to spend the night camping in the lake
 
How many more will fall
By the well of the slaughterhouse 18, it's impossible to leave the cold chamber
There is a creek nearby that was good for fishing
Today the water is turbid and muddy, no one else goes there
 
How many more will fall
By the well of the slaughterhouse 18, it's impossible to leave the cold chamber
At night you hear the muffled noise of the incinerator
And the smell that comes with the smoke reveals a night of horror
 

A Jump Ahead

Dirty rat
All of this is a lie
If they looked more closely
With the eyes of their hearts
They would find a good man in me
 

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In This Place

What does this place have without rules and without law?
He calls me and attracts me, I don't know why
I will unfold my wings and fly
It's the metaphor of something else
 
High, fly, after my spirit rises
I will cross the fog
My body and my soul connect in it
The place called Slaughter Race
 
Slaughter Race
 
If in the end I stay, what will you say?
I want to be here
Live like this
You know well that I'm dying for these cables, skids,
wheels that burn
It's what happiness makes me
It's what happiness makes me
 
High, fly, after my spirit rises
I will cross the fog
My body and my soul connect in it
The place called Slaughter Race
 
Slaughter Race
 
I have to leave, and
I still don't want to go
I still don't want to go
 
I have to leave, and
I still don't want to go
I still don't want to go
 
There's nothing like Slaughter Race
 
Slaughter Race
 
It's everything Slaughter Race
It's everything Slaughter Race
It's everything Slaughter Race
It's everything Slaughter Race
 

鱗 (Uroko) [Fish Scales]

You say, eyes averted, wrist awakened
｢I'm being reborn｣
 
Mysteriously until the remains are pulled
Intertwining with the caterpillar
 
Underneath the sofa of the claw foot table the sphinx hides
It peers in the displayed tattoo
 
Gently the claw digs into short tail fin butter is lathered upon
 
I choose the wording in order to tame you
 
The chandelier shines for your sake alone
Touching the stale fish scale
 
You say, eyes averted, wrist awakened
｢I'm being reborn｣
 
Mysteriously until the remains are pulled
Intertwining with the caterpillar
 
Gently the claw digs into short tail fin butter is lathered upon
Swaying it gets enchanted
Fluttering it struggles, getting robbed of its beauty
I choose the wording in order to tame you
 
The chandelier shines for your sake alone
Touching the stale fish scale
 

Two Lovers Roam Europe

Two lovers roam Europe with
A suitcase and two guitars and
Wherever they stop in Europe, there
They play this song
 
And they sing: 'Oh, la-la-l'amour
The world is just full of love
You just have to learn
To see it everywhere'
 
And then all the couples come from
All the villages and all the towns and
All the many amorous couples, they
Join in this song
 
And they sing: 'Oh, la-la-l'amour
The world is just full of love
You just have to learn
To see it everywhere'
 
Two lovers roam Europe and
Everyone understands their message, because
All the people throughout Europe, they
Think, feel just like them
 
And they sing: 'Oh, la-la-l'amour
The world is just full of love
You just have to learn
To see it everywhere'
 
And they sing: 'Oh, la-la-l'amour
The world is just full of love
You just have to learn
To see it everywhere'
 

Mozaik Role

Certain words
pierced through you
I described the fluid
flowing from your wound as 'love'
 
Lack of sympathy
and emotionless sex
seem to perfectly describe
the unsavory ties between you and me
Saying things like, 'But I still love you...' (lol)
 
Wouldn't it be better to say that we were in love?
We're bound, so we can't be touched by each other
Isn't this what they call 'fate'?
It's just a certain world of love that disappears
 
During our last days together,
I got tired of you
Not knowing if it's love or lust,
what should I call this relationship I'm about to end?
 
Lack of sympathy
and emotionless sex
seem to perfectly describe
the unsavory ties between you and me
Still, it's fine...
 
So I suppose we were in love,
since we were hanging on and struggling
Wouldn't it be better if you just killed me,
since I hate you?
 
Wouldn't it be better to say that we were in love?
We're bound, so we can't be touched by each other
Isn't this what they call 'fate'?
It's just a certain world of love that disappears
 

Dance Robot Dance

DANCE!
The smooth and flexible stepping
is controlled by the program
YOU!
Are you out of breath?
It's so inefficient of you
to dance a robot dance
 
LOCK!
Eye to eye, we exchange glances
Now we are in a hyperspace battlefield
AI
I'm confused with my thoughts
My heartbeat becomes faster
Input
 
UP SIDE
UP SIDE DOWN
UP SIDE DOWN SIDE UP AND DOWN
LEFT SIDE
LEFT SIDE RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT UP DOWN
YOU AND ME
 
My soaring heart motion
never stops resonating with yours!
I want to know more and more
about this irrational program
Spend more time with me, please!
 
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
Not yet
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
Wait a minute!
 
1. A robot may not allow a human being to come to harm
2. A robot must obey the orders
3. A robot must protect your own existence
4. A robot may not allow a human being to be excited!
 
PUNK!
My unsteady motions
are beyond the program
AI
My vision gets blurred
Can I recover my sight?
Thinking...
 
UP SIDE
UP SIDE DOWN
UP SIDE DOWN SIDE UP AND DOWN
LEFT SIDE
LEFT SIDE RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT UP DOWN
YOU AND ME
 
My soaring heart motion
never reaches you
I don't know or need
what breath or temperature means
Come to me closer, please
 
Love is a program bug in my heart
But I want my heart to be resonating
with yours!
This is the singularity
you and I share
Sorry to bother you! Sorry to bother you! But...
Spend all time with me, please!
 
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
I'm not ready yet
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
I'm ready now!
 

Ride on Time

Running through the blue horizontal line,
Feeling the flow when it was spoiled,
Ah The world that moves to a crush,
A visit of a distant dream that I forgot.
Ride on time, wandering thoughts,
Take it gently and wrap it gently.
Ride on time, turn on your heart,
Expanding to overflowing pleasure : Ride on time.
 
It's my first time in my brilliant future,
All blank days blend into love,
Ah what morning right now for you,
Let's go to the delivery Burning heart without hesitation.
Run on time, Ride on time,
Love love shining brightly.
Ride on time, Turn on your heart,
I will send it to the flying soul : Ride on time.
 
Let's go to the point, it's now a burning heart,
Run on time, Ride on time.
Love, love, shining brightly,
Ride on time, Turn on your heart.
I will send it to the flying soul : Ride on time.
Ride on time, wandering thoughts,
Take it gently and wrap it gently.
Ride on time, Turn on your heart,
Expanding to overflowing pleasure : Ride on time
 
Run on time, Ride on time.
Love, love, shining brightly.
 
>>> Léna Journet-Vittoz

Neo Tokyo Rhapsody

With my favorite green bicycle
Because you’re here I always feel like a millionaire in my heart
Let’s go out on the town, In the overflowing light
And if we’re able to fly, Our Tokyo rhapsody is born
 
This confusion
The end of the summer
The smell of cola
And the pain of love
It gets me a little sweaty
 
Dominoes of glass connected to the sky
While wading through, swirling horns in the middle of the day
 
It hurts so much
The end of the summer
The smell of cola
The pain of love is
Getting me just a little bit excited
 
Follow me along into the overflowing light
Take a deep breath and sing it out, our Tokyo Rhapsody
Sing it out, our Tokyo Rhapsody
Sing it out, our Tokyo Rhapsody