A keresés eredménye oldal 2

I was looking for your mysterious eyes

That will tell my secrets
Only to you
So long in my dreams I kept
That you will come
You will be next to me
All my life I've been waiting for you
 
I was looking for your mysterious eyes
Your naughty mysterious eyes
Only for you my tender words
Among these thousands of people
Only I was looking for you alone
 
That my pure feelings are transfused in me,
That people will notice them
Words did not dare to say
Hoping that my radiance will be real,
That my songs will be sincere,
Flowers of love I was tearing
 
My feelings for you
Words to you
I translated into the soulful language of the song
Break my heart,
Do I suffer longing
After all, I saw my happiness in you
 

At The Kiev Railway Station

At the Kiev railway station1
Once two priests were loitering.
Were loitering, were loitering,
Then stole all cash from cashbox wing.
 

• 1. lit: Kiev Passenger Rail terminal in Moscow

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Arcane XIII

I'm sort of awaiting the end of the world.
We're young, we hurt each other1, we do our best.
It seems there's three of us when we are together alone.
The vulture that circles over me, circles over me
extinguishes your towers2
Give me the weapon to kill the shadow in your eyes.
My sorrow is a tree. Contrary to me, it will die old.
 
Sorry, love me some more, I'm a bad boy.
Sorry, love me some more, hanging from the ceiling.
Sorry, love me some more, I'm a bad boy.
Sorry, love me some more, hanging from the ceiling.
 

• 1. or 'ourselves', the French could mean both
• 2. pretty heavy pun on 'vautour' / 'vos tours' (your towers)

RIP

Rest in peace to myself.
Do not write stories about my epitaph.
Why do it? I never existed, I didn't really live.
Rest in peace to myself.
Do not write stories about my epitaph.
Why do it? I never existed, I didn't really live.
 
I see the blue sky, I do not feel concerned
If I must kill someone, it's my conscience
If no-one else does, I can understand you
I had no better solution than to lock myself in
I see the blue sky, I do not feel concerned
If I must kill someone, it's my conscience
If no-one else does, I can understand you
I had no better solution than to lock myself in
 
Rest in peace to myself.
Do not write stories about my epitaph.
Why do it? I never existed, I didn't really live.
Rest in peace to myself.
Do not write stories about my epitaph.
Why do it? I never existed, I didn't really live.
 
~ Hajdemo u planine :D ~

Clarification in footnotes:
'Lit' = 'literally'
'Or' = there is an alternate way to translate the line/phrase

How sorry I feel

How sorry I feel for Hannibal’s wounded elephants,
for victims of cold and the Phoenician soldiery,
who died young among alpine violets…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for the centurion wounded in Cana,
for the drops of blood on the chicory twig…
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the history textbook.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
How sorry I feel for the sinful people of Gomorrah, drunk with wine,
punished by fires from heavens so badly
for the activity that was - in fact - just entertainment…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Balthazar with a heart as heavy as a stone,
when I picture him looking at the inscriptions on the wall
the moment he already knows that apart from Asian flu and hangover
there is also a holocaust, which you won’t be able to survive.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
How sorry I feel for the scattered Cleopatra’s cosmetics,
aloe, mandrake and honeysuckle,
among which Antonius was dying…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Ovid deported to Romania,
where he spent his tormenting nights of insomnia.
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the dark history book.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
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Pay Attention

Don't be so full of yourself
Pay attention and listen to me
I know you are madly in love with me
And dying of the passion you have for my eyes
And at the end of this case
I will be the one who wins it, trust me
 
I am your eyes that you see with
And your soul that you care for1
And the entire world that you live in
is right here in my embrace
So don't be so full of yourself
 
It's clear that you can't take it anymore
So just come back to me, kiddo
You're silent but you're calling me
And your eyes keep telling me:
'I am always yours'
And you will return to me in the end
 

• 1. Literally 'that you fear for'

Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

Forgive Me, Saint-Exupéry [P]

The Moon is casting shade of grief,
the spring has left behind just puddles.
I know the day will come in brief,
when in the skies our souls will cuddle!
 
Do warm me up by endless heat,
don’t let me drown in anxious moments!
Believe me, I'll be your retreat,
you’re welcome there, no need for omens!
 
Set free your soul, put locks aside,
and flood your heart with joy, elation!
I’ll let no one pass me inside,
no gold will ever change my station!
 
Forgive me, Saint-Exupéry,
that we just can’t our gazes sever!
Let all ahead stay mystery –
we know for sure we’ll last for ever!
 
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Fable

[Verse 1]
In life I have so much trouble making it simple
I feel like I'm interpreting Villeneuve's enemy
I don't need friends in my head, we're nineteen
In chaos theory, I redid destiny
I rarely talk about myself like a shy grimoire
Wrapped in mist like Kiri village
You tell me you've got friends, I've got sinister pirates
Black dressed near the city of Minas Tirith
All I know is frustration
I don't know what I want, but I know what I'm running from
I listen to my pulsations
I found the woman of my dreams in Elfen Lied's womb (squad)
I operate in the night like Dr. Tenma
I impose the silence that Anthony scans
I've been to the neurosis and the sleepiness I escape
At your funeral, I'm Boris Vian
Sharing the anguish is absurd
I had to practice the Inception, I erase my fears
Right now I'm atoning all words in the dark
I know nothing but shame like Fassbender
I'm in the forest Jaguar Paw
You are Yajirobe: you don't have any techniques
Byakugan I can see that they have no wisdom I have the prespic cap.
Hided in the shade, the crystals rise
I have more vices than Mephistopheles.
Marvin Gaye Seu Jorge
I'd like to be a black man like Nino Ferrer
Bitch Kemo Sabe
I'm coming in, I'm like Samuel Jackson, bro, I have time-to-kill.
But the bird no longer sings when the cartridges whistle
 
[Chorus]
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
 
[Verse 2]
My friend, what the hell is this?
You want to take a good look at George Orwell
I saw the Beretta stashed in the suspender belt
Obviously, I only like you in post-mortem.
They fell into the trap (Trap)
Sharing my life isn't fairy-tale.
You won't often see me like the truth
You don't have any sense like Scart
Suicidal, murderer carries a gun in the headline
Brass knuckles, but Japanese is the planchette
Give me your heart, I'm writing 'my slut is reckless'
I fear neither the calm nor the storm
I heard the witch
You son of a bitch, you left me for dead
My enemies are subconscious projections
Absence of body
You say you're strong, please be more specific.
These rappers have dreams where I don't exist
Pull-up in bike like Ryan
Controlling the Die Hard trap
The tape recorder's name is Diane.
Anubis on the medallion
Young Amédée from elsewhere (hé)
I see life as an arcade game
I feel lonely since I'm 5 years old
I don't know abandonment like a Spartan
But I'm going back on my footsteps like the Prince of Persia
Why don't the men stop talking?
Most of them will drown in a square flask
Tell me why you're rapping like in 2010
Face to the gutter cats I'm a tsunami
 
[Chorus]
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
 

Jason Bourne

[Verse 1]
Jin Kazama, Ryu's stepping aside
Eat C4, laugh a lot
Master Yugi transposes the cards
I think about tomorrow #DjangoReinhardt
Necromancer, evil techniques
Cousin Hubert despises Lutèce
I'm waiting for the fall, she's speechless.
Guillotine with headband
Hell dog cloths three heaumes
I only see children, #Bugsy Malone
Sharing Zamasu's anger
I like you as much as a lampshade.
Lord Viking in my forefathers
I'm burning up the Drakkar, saying goodbye
I'm coming up in L, I'm a rider
Don't even think about talking to me
Often in evil, of course.
I put the words on my demons
I am struggling to remove all the walls
That in the world have stripped me
Of my strength and ask me
Before loving if melancholy
Has not come from me
You weren't born in heaven, son.
I'm no better than you except for the essential, son.
 
[Chorus]
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
 
[Bridge]
Jason Bourne, Viking lord in my ancestors
Jason Bourne, I'm coming up in L, I'm a rider
Jason, Necromancer, evil techniques
Jason Bourne
 
[Verse 2]
My virtue sleeps, my vice awakens
Fatality, I'm tearing out your spine
Transcendence, on the surface of my skin, is skinning my temples
Could it be the night that's going through my scales?
Freddie, Krueger, in Absinthe
I'm having a hard time seeing the full ashars
Built trap in limbo, bluff
Everything's black, I've got straight flush.
 
[Chorus]
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
I drink, I forget: Jason Bourne
 

Impala 1967

[Chorus]
I'm going around town, walking around the city
Dreaming of a Chevrolet Impala
I'm going around town, walking around the city,
I'm looking, the competition isn't there.
 
[Verse 1]
Very little pressure, everything is accurate
I look at your eyes, I see myself
'Remember when we first met, nobody was there?'
You're talking about me as if I became famous
I'm going around town, walking around the city,
I'm gonna have to cut off my phone
I feel good alone in my vibe
I'm not gonna love her just because she's good.
I feel good alone in my ride
I walk alone in Paname
Save your breath, you don't know me.
Mafia, don't talk to me about your life.
If the tree is hit by the wind, it means it has no roots
The message didn't get through, I feel like Abd Al Malik.
I'm about honor like a Seppukku
I fuck them a lot, I'm like 16 Goku
I'm about honor like a Seppukku
I fuck them a lot, I'm like 16 Goku
 
[Chorus] (x2)
I'm going around town, walking around the city
Dreaming of a Chevrolet Impala
I'm going around town, walking around the city,
I'm looking, the competition isn't there.
 
[Verse 2]
When they tell me I'm a bastard, it's apprehension
When I tell them I'm unbeatable, it's prevention
Edo Tensei I'm in team
I practice Kendo, not fencing
I see my reflection on the bus, I'm in Enemy.
They have Tesla, I have the perfect prestige.
I know you're adhering to the style
Your lack of trust translates into hostile ways
I'm a material producer like an altrophilist
Bro, your girlfriend is Jane Doe, mine is Lady Eboshi
I'm dropping the walls like a young Beijingese boy
I'm unnoticed in three pieces like a yakuza
Tonight I'm coming into your room, like Ze Pequeno.
I sweep you over and over again, s/o Kazuya
 
[Chorus] (x2)
I'm going around town, walking around the city
Dreaming of a Chevrolet Impala
I'm going around town, walking around the city,
I'm looking, the competition isn't there.