A keresés eredménye oldal 1

Sons of a bad mother

Day in, day out, the same view out of the window awaits me, I know it perfectly.
The same (view) as when I'm forcing myself to get up, the sme (view) when I take something to help me sleep.
Day in, day out, it follows me like a dog, like a shadow hat I know so well.
That fear, does it make sense, that fear, is it all that I have.
 
Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.
Sons of a bad mother, the shadow of the last hope lays drunk underneath the table.
 
I already know that life trips me up, as it walks, when everything is going too well.
That's how it passes by, divided in half, divided between itself and me.
 
Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.
Sons of a bad mother, the shadow of the last hope lays drunk underneath the table.
Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.
Sons of a bad mother, three ings of life, not everything is over yet.
 
Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.
Sons of a bad mother, three ings of life, not everything is over yet.
Over, over, over,
Over, over, over.
 

Euphoria

I'm often scared of sad moods
Of your extinct, your experiences
Of the moment when we will have to remember
I want to think about our story all the time
 
I want to slide alone in your vagrancies
Around people who are drinking, dancing
I want you to reassure me during summer nights
That we swear that we are both only thinking about us
 
I don't want to fall in your oblivion
Let me wander in your nights
I don't want to fall in your oblivion
Let me wander in your nights
 
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
 
I want to slide alone in your nightmares
Fight against shadows like weeds
Waiting a little, back up the time,
Cut the hedges of our feelings
 
I want to slide alone in your nightmares
Fight against shadows like weeds
Waiting a little, back up the time,
Cut the hedges of our feelings
 
I don't want to fall in your oblivion
Let me wander in your nights
I don't want to fall in your oblivion
Let me wander in your nights
 
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
 
I don't want to fall in your oblivion
Let me wander in your nights
I don't want to fall in your oblivion
Let me wander in your nights
 
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
Let me wander in your nights, I want to wander in your nights
 

Childhood 80

I touched to the past
With my fingers, I lived yesterday as if it was again
I know that the truth never dies
It's rocking like the snow fallen from the pastel sky
 
I leave tomorrow to others
I take only the moment
If it's for thinking the end
Count on my childhood dreams
 
Why stop dreaming
If peace can be found
When it gets close to the end
I won't get up
 
Little, I'm running from the time, already fear of conveniences
And the truth enrichs the people, it's crazy what they think
 
We fly in paper planes, they won't be able to catch us
If we shout our thirst doesn't end
 
I leave tomorrow to others
I take only the moment
If it's for thinking the end
Count on my childhood dreams
 
Why stop dreaming
If peace can be found
When it gets close to the end
I won't get up
 
I regret my adolescence
However it's not still over
When you're little there's mistrust
And then comes the contempt
There are days when you're not doing well
Which you forget when it goes well
Adults scream, they complain
They say things that aren't useful
You spend your life in the past
However it's not that good
Do you remember the days you spent?
The months of May, water fights
You have to get used, you're only grown-up
There will be plenty of them, you'll see
Good things, nice moments
When it's over you'll regret
 
I leave tomorrow to others
I take only the moment
If it's for thinking the end
Count on my childhood dreams
 
Why stop dreaming
If peace can be found
When it gets close to the end
I won't get up
 

Euphorias

I'm often afraid of your sad ambiances,
of your pond1, of your experiences,
of the time when we'll have to remember2
I want our story to be permanent.
I want to glide alone in your wanderings3
around people that drink and dance4
I want you to reassure me on summer evenings
and us to swear to each other it's about us we think.5
 
I don't want to fall into your oblivions6
Allow me to roam your nights
I don't want to fall into your oblivions
Allow me to roam your nights
 
the same
things they
sang just
before
 
I want to glide alone in your bad dreams,
I want to fight your shadows [that proliferate] like weeds
I want to wait a while and mend7 time,
cut down8 the hedges of our feelings
 
[same things repeated]
 
Let me roam your nights
I want to roam your nights
 
[same things repeated and faded]
 

• 1. ??? I know no double meaning to this word. It's just a pond or a small lake, as far as I know
• 2. i.e. when their story will be a thing of the past
• 3. or perhaps 'se glisser' (slip into your wanderings) was meant instead of 'glisser'?
• 4. or perhaps 'while people drink and dance around [me]'
• 5. yup, that's what they say
• 6. the usual expression 'tomber dans l'oubli' with 'oblivion' replaced with 'the things you forget', more or less, basically 'I don't want you to forget about me' said in a very unidiomatic way
• 7. 'darn'
• 8. or perhaps 'trim' was meant?

Videotape eyes

I have no hot water in the heater
I don't need to write love songs
 
Don't you see? I hope to resurrect,
While you stare at those videotape eyes
 
Here comes that exam of good and evil
Here come the news crossing the sea
 
Don't you see? The world revolves backwards
While you stare at those videotape eyes
 
This world will miss forever
The movie I saw once
 
And this world will always tell you
That is better to stare at the wall
 
You have now the Paraguay postcards
You have now the suitcase on the couch
 
You leave. The world revolves backwards
While you stare at those videotape eyes
 
This world will miss forever
The movie I saw once
 
And this world will always tell you
That is better to stare at the wall
 

Lost dreams(Music video)

*Go now, my friend, send a hello to my love.
 
On the end of each story you're left with sweet dreams, dreamy stories about money, memories of good days.
I'm breaking down walls in my mind, taking a look aside, looking at my old friends who break like branches.
Sometimes im scared of those stories, but now i know, i should've heard that being, my best friend asking for help. (Asking for help, asking for help...)
 
Stop speaking movies while high*, it's great on pills, but that's a step down.
And the day is closer when it'll stop being good and i can see the ambulance coming.
There's a needle in your hand, your old mom broken, taken in the ambulance and your dad in tears on your funeral, swearing at me, insulting me and yelling.
Why didn't i watched out for you more, i realied when i put your photo in my wallet.
 
I remember when we first stared drinking, saying 'Fuck chems' and smoked weed.
Two heads, but one mind, bros till the end, you should have been my best man.
I used to influence more on you, now im thinking back, to past times, looking the moment when we fell, but no bro, there is a chapter missing.
 
Non-stop you called me to come with you, but how can you help someone when he takes that path?
I never liked being a leader, but a lot of things pass trough my head.
But at you i should have noticed how you used to look at me differently.
You never said something wrong, but you haven't joked around with us like before.
I didn't konw that then, but maybe you were asking help that way and that jacked you sold i figured out why, you had a debt at your dealer, but he didnt forgive it.
 
Strip stories, i know you imagined, later you even lied to yourself.
Before we couldn't move one without the other, but later you were seeing every kind of scum.
You were rolling with anyone you could and wherever you could take some money, you spent it all on drugs. You used to say 'that are real friends', but everyone knew it was only for your interest.
 
'Yo Frenkie, borrow me a tenner, im paying it back, come over tommorow'
By then i should have knew, but i couldn't accept it and believe it.
Now i'm feeling guilty and can't calm down and take that loss, i wish i ratted you to your parents when you stabbed that taxi driver for some change.
 
I realized you're in too deep when you stole jewlery from your old mom, little things wake old memories in my mind, drinks and advices how to get chicks.
 
And your younger brother looks like you, when i see him i call him by your name, but i'm not afraid for him, because i know he's solid on his feet, he always goes on his training, it'll get him far and he won't take your path, he'll be a fucker like we used to say, while we used to always fight for girls.
Girls come to him today, not stupid ones like we had, but ladies.
 
Your old mother isnt the same, she keeps your stuff even today, your room is clean.
She always asks is your shirt at my place because everything should be ready for you.
Your brother hugs her every day, but she's talking to you, like you're there, your old man is better, he suffered a lot but at the end, he took it like a champ, he calls all the time, asking if i need money, joking about my baggy pants and spilling rap jokes.
You know how he used to joke around like before, but his smile isn't the same anymore, i miss you bro and they can't understand how long that pain lasts and i don't live anymore.
 
I can't simply, a part of me died, the other one withers away slowly.
Hundred concerts i dedictated to you and i believe i changed a lot.
I can't bring back time, start over but at night, i see you again.
 
On the end of each story you're left with sweet dreams, dreamy stories about money, memories of good days.
I'm breaking down walls in my mind, taking a look aside, looking at my old friends who break like branches.
SOMETIMES I'M SCARED!!
 
*Go now, my friend, send a hello to my love.
Go now, my friend, send a song to my love.
I can go by myself now, here i will find my rest, you go...
 

Plastic Love

In my spirit, everything goes wild.
I lose myself in your eyes.
I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.
I want only your soul going wild on my skin.
A flower, a woman in your heart Romeo.
I follow only your name, the tormenting breath
Of our bodies in the dark, slowly moving.
 
And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks.
I think of you only when the dark day plunges, only when
my sad demons descend upon me, into the bottomless city.
Love me until the roses wither,
that our souls sink into deep tears.
 
And at night when all is dark, I watch you dance.
 
I ring out in kisses all down your chest.
Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray.
Who are you? Where are you?
By the cries, by the laughs of your startled shadow.
I ring out in kisses.
 
In my spirit, everything goes wild.
I lose myself in your eyes.
I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.
I want only your soul going wild on my skin.
A flower, a woman in your heart Romeo.
I follow only your name, the tormenting breath
Of our bodies in the dark, slowly moving.
 
And at night when all is dark, I watch you dance.
 

Slut/Dickhead (Video Version)

Versions: #2
Go fuck yourself1, go fuck yourself good, slut.
I don’t care anymore, I’d like that to spit at you, slut.
There you are acting like a bitch, like a rutting whore, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
 
You get around like an STD in a gay orgy
With all your might you suck dicks, you get loads in your eyes.
You crawl like a bitch, you beg to get shagged, amen.
You play the nympho, you give a concerto with your pussy.
 
But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
You act like a guy with principles, but you’re always thinking with your dick, bastard.
I’ll make you eat my tampons, have you suffocate like an idiot, dickhead.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
 
You get sucked like a Chupa Chups2 in a playground.
With your tongue you lick 16 year-old well-packed bimbos.
You cry like a piece of shit, you beg for me to take you back, amen.
You play the drama guy, with your mouth you give a concerto.
 
But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
 
On the crapper, on the internet, in a cave, on the planet, in a party without your knickers, you get fucked.
In a field, with a pair of jeans, done messily in the vineyard, with a style-less white bra, you get fucked.
On the couch with panache or without clothes like a douche, in a trio so it gets hardcore, you get fucked.
In the plains with finesse, in drunkenness out of breath, in a car the Roman way, you get fucked.
 

• 1. More literally ‘go get yourself fucked in the arse’.
• 2. Brand of lollipops.

Si vous utilisez mes traductions, me citer comme auteur serait gentil de votre part. / If you use my translations, citing me as the author would be kind of you.

How I Wish You Were Here

Versions: #2
How I wish you were here
But the city is so sad
And you're on the other side
All these houses are so ugly
Oh, how I wish you were here
Oh, how I wish you were here
 
How I wish you were here
But the city is so big
And you're on the other side
All these houses are so ugly
Oh, how I wish
Oh, how I wish
Oh, how I wish you were here
 
From Zum Reporter1 Klara smiles at me
I pull out my little friend, yank on it savagely
And again it's nice for five minutes
Oh, how I wish
Oh, how I wish
Oh, how I wish you were here
 
Oh, how I wish you were here
But the city is so big
And you're on the other side
All these houses are so ugly
Oh, how I wish you were here
Oh, how I wish you were here
Oh, how I wish you were here
 

• 1. a Yugoslav erotic magazine in the 1980s

The Break Of Dawn

Behind the windows the day is already breaking
The bar is deserted and quiet
And across the piano, across the keys
Glides the hand of dawn
 
The dreamy tune of silence
Is played by its hand
Under it, the silent saxophone
Is shining like gold
 
Soundless footsteps
Are gliding across the dancefloor to and fro
Like an echo, like memories of two people
Who loved each other and then parted ways
 
Behind the windows the day is already breaking
The bar is quiet and deserted
Last night here for the last time
You and me danced
 
Soundless footsteps
Are gliding across the dancefloor to and fro
Like an echo, like memories of two people
Who loved each other and then parted ways
 
Behind the windows the day is already breaking
The bar is quiet and deserted
Last night here for the last time
You and me danced
 

Love And Hate

Love and hate1
Whatever you feel
Show me
 
Because if you're lukewarm
The day will be cloudy
And you'll remain alone
 

• 1. These are imperative verbs, not nouns, so the meaning is 'I want you to love and to hate'

My Mama

My mama isn't my real mama
I can't remember my real mama anymore
She hasn't been alive for a long time
I stopped crying for her long ago
 
It's her fault that I don't remember
But still I know that she was very nice
She didn't know my father either
Because of me he went off into the shitty world
 
She ended up at the end of a rope
As soon as I arrived in this world
She ended up at the end of a rope
And daddy ran off into the world
 
CHORUS:
Mama, my mama, my mama
La la la la la la la
Mama, my mama, my mama, mummy
 

Don't wait on may

Don't wait on spring, don't wait on may,
why do you need sun and flower, why?
Your cheecks are already flowers petals
in your eyes the sunray is shinning.
 
Don't wait on spring, don't wait on may,
why do you care for green grasses,
the heart is not waiting, it's beating tic-tac,
it's calling for love, why would you wait on may?