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Niiea

Night hides from the morning
And we can't see the end
And we can't see the end
 
One look, time stops
And we can't see the end
And we can't see the end
 
Because if, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good-a (good-a)
If, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good
 
I get up late, leave early, no matter what, I'm free
It's still summer, don't know what's waiting for us
The destination is unknown, I don't know what'll happen to us
But once upon a time, I wasn't sure anything would work
The days of the week are messed up, the last few months I've been home, feeling like shit
Passing days all the same, fast and also rather slow
And you don't know what's gonna happen to us yet
But once upon a time, I wasn't sure anything would work
 
Night hides from the morning
And we can't see the end
And we can't see the end
 
One look, time stops
And we can't see the end
And we can't see the end
 
Because if, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good-a (good-a)
If, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good
 
Day-to-day like there's no tomorrow,
Warm at night so it's okay.
They're in my head, but it's five o'clock,
It's the night again
Tries me and sends me pictures,
Otherwise, it's nice, but not like that.
You invite them over, I'm in Tartu
I rock the boat, everyone was on vacation.
The sunroof closes, and Illuka leaves us.
 
That's all it takes, 'cause he's got a house today.
And now the destination is known and I know what will happen to us
Once upon a time, I was sure nothing would work
 
Because if, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good-a (good-a)
If, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good
 
Because if, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good-a (good-a)
If, we're together
Then I'm good, I'm good
 

The sounds of the city

You'll see this is your chance.
People come here and everything changes.
Amongst the sounds of the city.
You arrived all shy.
Lost in the background.
You were shaken up, your eyes hungry
for all the flavours of the city
which called you into them.
 
Solid and without pity,
pedestrians flooded the alleys
flowing like a river
hurrying to find its centre.
 
You take a chance and with one leap.
You blend into the crowd
which carries you on its way
like a feather in a blizzard.
So far away that all of a sudden you panic.
You feel your feet leave the ground
and your heart takes flight.
 
Alone.
In the early morning.
Like a sailor on a beach
washed ashore by a wave.
You hear the avalanche
of an army of busy souls who hurl themselves forward
shaking your whole body.
Of course you'll make it this time.
 
You take a chance and with one leap.
You blend into the crowd
which carries you on its way
like a feather in a blizzard.
So far away that all of a sudden you panic.
You feel your feet leave the ground
and your heart takes flight.
 
Everything spins around you so quickly.
The sound and the colours
all mix together and your heart jumps again.
When you close your eyes
lost without anything to hold on to.
You're like a tadpole
lost in the middle of a coral reef
and the city draws us into its depths
and you go off the rails.
Locked in a spiral.
You unfurl the sails.
Ready for battle.
 
You'll see this is your chance.
People come here and everything changes.
Amongst the sounds of the city.
You arrived all shy.
Lost in the background.
You were shaken up, your eyes hungry
for all the flavours of the city
which called you into them.
which called you into them.
 

În orașul adormit

Totul se șterge în jurul meu
Când orașul adoarme
Eu trăiesc doar pentru tine
Când orașul adoarme
 
Toate zidurile astea
Strivite sub acoperișuri
Sunt un decor
Și străzile fără nume
Care ne plăceau
Viață nu mai au
 
În orașul adormit
În orașul adormit
Unde eu mai sunt trează
 
Tăcerea mă urmărește
Când orașul adoarme
Aș vrea să populez noaptea
Când orașul adoarme
 
Nu mai este decât
Umbra brațelor tale
Și a corpului tău
Ecoul vocii tale
Ce vibrează în mine
Întotdeauna mai tare
 
În orașul adormit
În orașul adormit
Unde eu mai sunt trează
 
~ ~
 
Iubirea ta nu este
Ce crezi tu
Este un decor
Dar va veni o zi
Când vei ști
Să mă iubești mai mult
 
În inima ta adormită
În inima ta care mă uită
Unde eu mai sunt trează
Unde eu mai sunt trează
Unde eu mai sunt trează
 

 

In the Ward

You have been through a lot since your mother and father broke up, since that you have been living in fear in a way
You started to cut yourself, you said it makes you feel better, you say that you're anxious but you just can't tell why
Father home alone wondering what went wrong, a suicidal daughter in a ward in Pitkäniemi1
Treatment periods one after another, all these different pills you should take
You started to escape, started to drink too, started to give sex for alcohol
You looked at others being happy while at the same time you tried to kill yourself harder
When you thought of life, you always started to cry, you cut your arms and were given stitches in the hospital
'What is wrong with the world' you pondered in a psychiatric hospital
You felt like no one needed you, rather anxiety, depression and insomnia started to bother you again
So young yet so much problems
You wondered if it was just easier to stop living
 
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo
It feels so bad to be in the ward
 
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo
It feels so bad to be in the ward
 
You're locked in your room, security guards behind your door
Bloody scars in your arms and legs
Yesterday you tried to kill yourself once again, nurses come and as how you feel
Well what do you think, no one helps me
Let me out of here already, for fuck's sake
The last bit of joy dies in the closed ward, you hit your head on the wall and try to bite through your skin
None of these nurses know how you feel, they have been giving you pills for a long time without anything changing
The girl escaped and flipped off at the nurses, boozed and was raped at night
Little girl, I don't want the pain to win, and when you messaged me saying that you get empowered from me
I took up a pen, wrote your life down here
I and your family care about you, you're safe here
I want to see you smile today, and I know you smile when you listen to this
I want to see you smile today, and I know you smile when you listen to this
 
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo
It feels so bad to be in the ward
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo
It feels so bad to be in the ward
 

• 1. Alongside with Niuvanniemi in Kuopio, Pitkäniemi in Tampere is one of the two psychiatric hospitals in Finland which offers treatment for especially difficult-to-treat adolescents. Both Pitkäniemi and Niuvanniemi are infamous for being the 'last place' a young person should be taken to

City of Love

We could seat here
In this Parisian Café
 
And feel the flowers so beautiful
While walking under the Eiffel Tower
 
Together sharing another crème brûlée
It would be really perfect
 
In the city of love,
in the city of love
In the city of love,
in the city of love
 
Eating cheese here
We do well (seeing) the galleries
 
It’s really a beautiful day
How am I with this beret?
 
Oh I would like to interest him
When we walk down the Champs-Élysées
 
In the city of love,
in the city of love
In the city of love
I would like him to whisper
“My dear, I love you.”
But he only thinks of his plane and I am in pain
 
In the city of love,
in the city of love
In the city of love,
in the city of love
In the city of love,
in the city of love
 

Lady d'Arbanville

Versions: #2
My lady of Arbanville
I know your destiny
You'll live your life,
But a morning,
But a morning...
 
My lady of Arbanville,
The mirror broke off.
The winter has come,
But the spring hasn't,
The spring hasn't.
 
One day in may
A man woke you up
He slept in your eyes and then
He left you alone
And then he left you alone
 
Oh, Lady of Arbanville
I will remember you,
going back to the castle.
The mirror broke off,
The mirror broke off.
 
Your white hands,
Someone stroke them,
But then only the wind,
Told you about love,
Told you about love.
 
One day in may
A man woke you up
He slept in your eyes and then
He left you alone
And the he Left you alone.
 
Lady, my lady.
The mirror broke off
The winter has come,
But the spring hasn't,
The spring hasn't.
 

And the whole town talks abouit it

They say that you've been going out with her
For at least ten days
They say that she's more than a friend
(but it's) not love yet
They say that she managed to give you a different identity
That you had lost living by my side
They say that she's sweet and kind
And you get used to it
They say that she moved into your life
When you didn't really wanted it
They say that she came out of nowhere,
That you didn't choose a thing
The affection she gives you
Looks like a challenge
 
(Chours)
And the whole town talks about it
With words that hurt
Like pages of tabloid
Where I appear constantly
As a complete victim
And the whole town talks about it
With insults
Like a trial
Where I'm seen
As the main prosecutor
 
They say that you cover her with flowers
When the first Autumn wind blows
They say that according to the rumours
You don't trust anyone anymore
They say that she waits for you everyday,
Every hour, every minute
But the love she gives you
Looks like an insult
 
(Chours x2)
 
And the whole town talks about it
 

Hockey Bro Ville

Hockey Bro Ville, all the girls drool for him
cats fighting for who gets to spend time with him
Girls cry, all the girls cry
Each one of them wants a piece of Hockey Bro Ville
 
I was just minding my own business in a locker room
and I wasn't going to hit on anybody
But what can I do for it, what can I do for it
What, should've I told him to just leave
 
He took his jacket off and I can tell you
Ville's biceps have this weird power
Hockey Bro Ville, I think he kind of
kissed me, kissed me
Girls I'm sorry
that Ville kind of
kissed me, me
But I can tell you
that it was great
Hockey Bro Ville, I think he kind of
kissed me, kissed me
 
Hockey Bro Ville, it's not easy for him
he doesn't want to tell about this kind of thing
But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
There's still plenty of room in the closet
For me this was just one more fling
but well, that look on Ville's eyes was quite sweet
But what can I do for it, what can I do for it
What, should've I told him to just leave
 
He took his jacket off and I can tell you
Ville's biceps have this weird power
Hockey Bro Ville, I think he kind of
kissed me, kissed me
Girls I'm sorry
that Ville kind of
kissed me, me
But I can tell you
that it was great
Hockey Bro Ville, I think he kind of
kissed me, kissed me
 

That Boy Is a City

That boy is a city that I love to visit with my fingers
That boy, a city that I love to leave traces through
A model city, a model city
That boy is a city where I love to let my heart take a stroll
That boy, a city, serene capital of my kisses
A model city, a model city
 
No place, none, has has this effect on me
No place except that boy
No place, none
Has had this effect on me
No place except that boy
 
I got tired of new cities
Where I was just passing through
But that mysterious one that I love
It's the boy that I dreamed of
An ancient beauty, an ancient beauty
I rush towards his voice
 
I run until I lose my sense of sound and sight
Towards his voice I rush, I run
Time stands still in this grand avenue
In this grand avenue
 
No place, none, has has this effect on me
No place except that boy
No place, none
Has had this effect on me
No place except that boy
 
At his fountains, I drink, I drink
I drink so much that I get drunk from it
At these springs I drink, I drink
so much that I get drunk from it
and I feel myself come alive again
and I feel myself come alive again
This boy is a city that I love,
that I love
 

Pens and tissues

In Montevideo there are poets, poets, poets
who without fanfares nor pomps, pomps, pomps
come out from remote lofts, lofts, lofts
of walls of sience of dotted notes.
 
They come out of poorly covered holes, holes, holes
and not achieved projects, projects, projects
who come back like color ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
to paint your eyebags and beg you to not cry.
 
They have shared illusions, illusions, illusions
attached nightmares, nightmares, nightmares
pipes of confused words, words, words
on their sad and slow pass through streets and avenues.
 
They don't pretend fame nor prizes, prizes, prizes
they just move to papers, papers, papers
completely personal experiences, experiences, experiences
very partial experiences that gathered aren't the same.
 
They talk about the dawn until getting tired, tired, tired
without fearing of plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize
nothing of that matters while they write, write, write
their mania, their craziness their obsessive neurosis.
 
They walk by the streets the poets, poets, poets
like if they were kites, kites, kites
in a thick sky of melted metal, metal, metal
impregnable, disastrous, terible and boring.
 
In Montevideo there are pens, pens, pens
unbleeded in lines, lines, lines
of words twisting confused, confused, confused
in thin tissues like alcoholic prisioners.
 
They walk by the streets writing and seeing and seeing
what they see they say it and by being and by being
poets while they walk, walk, walk
they tell what they see, and fantasize what they don't.
 
They look at the sky the poets, poets, poets
like if they were arrows, arrows, arrows
thrown at the space that a detour, detour, detour
made them return to nail them in Montevideo.
 

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The City

The city is full of people
The city is full of bad people
The city is full of noise
The city is full of screams
 
The city is full of cops
The city is full of traffic
The city is full of killers
The city is full of thieves
 
But what can be done
There is only the city to please me
Oh ! What can be done
Just the city
 
The city is full of whores
The city is full of arguments
The city is full of garbage
The city is full of wounds
 
The city is full of crazy people
The city is full of disgust
The city is full of boredom
The city is full of guns
 
But what can be done
There is only the city to please me
Oh ! What can be done
Just the city
 
The fog on the city keeps me from seeing the girls' eyes
So I think they are blue
I remember yours, yeah
They were blue, hum, blue
 
But what can be done
There is only the city to please me
Oh ! I have nothing to do
Just the city
 
What can be done
What can be done
 

I Wanted To Know

I wanted to know
but was only allowed to ask,
I wanted light
but was only allowed to burn.
I demanded the ineffable
but was only allowed to live.
 
I complained,
but nobody understood what I meant.
 

One guitar, one life

Parents to love
A town to take a stroll
Poor people to help
Hands for working
Birds to day-dream
A guitar for singing
 
Here is what I received from God
When I was born
la la lalala lalala lalala
 
Friends to lie to
A love to be in pain
A husband to go out
Wrinkles to become ugly
Illnesses to recover
A guitar for weeping
 
Here is what my whole life
Will bring to me
la la lalala lalala lalala
 
A friend to help me
Die without regrets
A family to cry
A wreath to hide
The soil where I'll be buried
With my guitar close to me
 
Here are the memories
I'll keep when I leave
la la lalala lalala lalala
 
But I'm not yet twenty
And my heart sings
A guitar for singing
And your eyes to love
 

Johnny boy

Mom has just finished
The story of Johnny the cowboy
Little Pierre listened
And he fell asleep
The moon shines in the sky
And sheds a light on the little bed
Where the child smiles
Because he has met up with Johnny
Now he is in the pampa 1
His horse is not wooden any more
No more streets, no cars
Only grass and horses
He recaptures with his lasso
The fugitives from his herd
Johnny close to him
Has started to sing cheerfully
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
 
All the horses are now back
Slowly the night has fallen
Cowboy City however
Is not asleep
And the bar is lightened
The village is gathered
The sheriff has arrived
Together with Johnny
The dance has started
Guitars start playing
Harmonicas, violins
Banjos and accordions
The dance is furious
Between two glasses of whisky
People shout yippee!
But little Pierre has awakened
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
 
He must go to school
Keeping only a memory
Of the great prairie
Where Johnny waits for him
But he will go back there
Because that dream is his own
Each night he will fly
Towards his paradise
Where he will meet up with
Parties and rodeos
Songs of the pampa
Johnny and his large hat
Later when worries
Will have invaded his life
The memory of Johnny
Will be sweeter than a girlfriend
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
 

Nashville

We plan the time
of the words, of the smiles
that rest on the edges
 
of the Saint Lawrence's flow,
of the days that await us.
During the parties that long for me.
I can't breathe anymore,
I wait for your return.
 
When the sea turns sky blue,
I'll be there.
And if you feel alone,
you can think about me.
And I will carry you,
carry you to Nashville,
if this all my heart can do for you.
 
I think about the summers
blooming with laughters
singing out our mistakes
 
and our memories.
I think about these waters
when I'm not there.
These ones that fill up the hours
and that follow my steps.
 
When the sea turns sky blue,
I'll be there.
And if you feel alone,
you can think about me.
And I will carry you,
carry you to Nashville,
if this all my heart can do for you.
 
We plan the time
of the words, of the smiles.
I can't breathe anymore,
I wait for your return.
 
When the sea turns sky blue,
I'll be there.
And if you feel alone,
you can think about me.
And I will carry you,
carry you to Nashville,
if this all my heart can do for you.
 
And I will carry you,
carry you to Nashville,
if this all my heart can do for you.
If this is the best I can do.
 
Οι μεταφράσεις μου μέχρι ένα εφικτό σημείο είναι δικές μου. Δέχομαι βελτιώσεις μόνο αν θεωρώ ότι κάποια μετάφρασή μου έχει παράδοθεί ελλιπής ή εντελώς εσφαλμένη.
My translations are mine up to a considerable extent. I accept improvements only if I consider that any translation of mine has been delivered inaccurate or completely wrong.

Willy and Wally

Willy and Wally inside the cottage
were happily living together,
Door is locked,
and windows are shut.
And on top of chimney there is a hat.
 
Willy is Willy and Wally is Wally,
well thats no secret to anybody!
Willy is fond of munny.
Wally is fond of tummy,
especially when it is full.
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
Willy is Willy and Wally is Wally,
well thats no secret to anybody!
Willy is fond of munny.
Wally is fond of tummy,
especially when it is full.