Babywiper or Gangster - 行くぜ！粗大ゴミ (Iku ze! sodai gomi) versuri traducere în engleză
English
Translation Let's Go! Bulk Trash
Hello Hello, we are trash, hello hello, though we're still alive
Hello Hello, Are we really trash? Hello Hello Is it okay to be alive?
Back in second grade my desk and shoe cubby was full of dead stinkbugs and pill bugs
Did I panic? No, I was used to it
Notes and crumpled letters
full of nasty things about me, and people giggling behind my back
Hey, I'm Japanese right?
'Gaijin!Gaijin!' they'd point and say. I felt so ostracized
Once in kindergarten craft time a boy cut off a chunk of my hair
because he said it was the wrong colour! Seriously!
Shoved in the corner of the kitchen like a living piece of trash
But as long as we have music, it'll be okay! We can do things our own weird way
Dumped dumped! No one will pick me up! Even so, let's go! Bulk trash!
I'll never forget the day I was thrown away
Treated so roughly, a hunk of trash with nowhere to go
Well then, I'll have to heave myself up and take revenge
Let's go! This delusional garbage is going on a rampage
Tonight this garbage fights back! We're stray idols
We can be allies against the never ending urge to trash things
Look at all this disordered trash, like a bug in society
Once I was playing in the park like normal
and a little kid said, 'hey Blondie! I'm sick of your shit!'
No matter where I go I stand out,
When I talk people always say I'm getting carried away! Like really?
In the winter I get pelted with snowballs in the back and face
My inside shoes would be missing and I'd have to wear my outdoor ones. The teachers were no help
I wore all black and had my hair in two pigtails like antennas
My nickname became 'cockroach', which was funny I guess, but I couldn't take it!
If that had happened at a sushi place, people would call it verbal abuse!
I'm so glad you came, so let me return the feeling
Sinking deeper and deeper into the gutter, let's go! bulk trash
tumbling and rolling, I don't want to sort it
Kicked kicked, disposed of until you can't breathe
What the heck, let's get recycled!
Yay! Let's go! Bulk Trash! Yay! Let's go! Bulk Trash!
Yay! Let's go! Bulk Trash! Yay! Let's go! Bulk Trash!
Hello hello, we're all trash, hello hello, but we're still alive
hello hello, we're all trash, hello hello, but it's good to be alive
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01.02.2025
Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
01.02.2025
On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
01.02.2025
Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
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01.02.2025
At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...