Bart Baker - Shake It Off Parody versuri traducere
Treci peste: Parodie!!
Eu's asa faimoasa
Mai bogata ca Bruce Wayne
Viata-mi e asa grozava(Mmh, mmh)
Doar ca nu pot o intalnire s-o fac bine(Mmh, mmh)
Da' mie nu-mi e de ajuns
Regina country-ului sa fiu
Imi trebuie mai multa afectiune si apreciere
Fiindca eu's nebuna !!
Muzica pop eu am sa fac
Care-i cliseica, anosta si inutila
Si voi folosi prosteasca mea dragalasenie de blondina
Sa-mi extind baza de fani la numere mai mari
Asa-i, cantecu asta-i chiar patetic, penibil, jalnic, jalnic!!
Iar clipu asta-i la fel, fel , fel , fel, fel!!
O jignire pentru majorete, twerking si balet !!
Fa- sa inceteze, fa-o sa inceteze!!!!!
De ce scena asta arata ca o rahatit* reclama !?
De ce drac* sunt imbracata ca un barbat de ghetoo!?
Eu n-am idee, cine sunt , sunt, sunt,sunt, sunt , sunt !!?
Opreste-o , opreste-o!!!
Eu ies cu o droaie da gagii
Si mereu sunt surprinsa
Cand ei imi dau papucii!...(Mmh, mmh)
'Eu Sunt minunata, nu poti s-o vezi!??'..(Mmh, mmh)
Da' adevaru-i trist (adevaru-i trist)
Eu o psihopata sunt (eu o psihopata sunt)
'De tu nu ma adori, ...(Mmh, mmh)
Eu coaiel* o sa iti tai !!!'
Asa ca tu continua sa invidiezi
Iar eu am sa continui sa fac
Melodii care continua sa evidentieze:
'Ca nu-mi pasa'!!!...,
Ceea ce demonstreaza ca-ti pasa, prea mult!!!
Eu vreau intreaga lume sa iubeasca 'Tay tay'
De asta cu disperare incerc sa ma adresez/relatez
La toate rasele, imbracandu-ma in toate chipurile
Opreste-o , fa sa inceteze!!
N-am absolut niciun ritm, e trist
Cand dansez, arat ca un soarece paralizat
Hipnotizandu-te cu fundu meu, ca sa nu poti sa
O opresti, o opresti!!
Hei, hei , hei
Doar nu credeai ca intrigantu
Cantec si clipu asta mai nasol sa devina nu-i asa!?
Ei bine, ghici ce!!?...
Acum trebuie sa ma asculti cum fac 'rapp'!
Totu merge cum am planuit
Eu o sa ma razbun pe astia de ma urasc
Noua mea armata de fani zombii, vor face ce le comand
Ucigandu--i pe aia de ma urasc si de obisnuiam sa ies cu ei la intalniri !
Taylor nuu, ai luat-o pe 'braila', razna, razna, razna,!
Mascaricii tai incearca sa ma opreasca, fara de succes
'Acu' priveste, ascendenta domniei mele malefice
Taylor stai! Taylor inceteaza!!
Eu o sa te trimit inapoi in iad, iad, iad, iad, iad!!
'Da-i drumu', eu acolo conduc, conduc, conduc, conduc, conduc
Nu-i nimic ce tu poti face, sa-mi termini vraja !!
Taylor inceteaza! Taylor inceteaza!!!
'Ca sa-ti rup maleficu blestem
Intr-un loc mult mai rau o sa te trimit
Eu, Doamne Dumnezeule, am decis:
Tu te intorci la muzica country!!!!
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Mai sa fie, uite cine a venit tarandu-se inapoi catre stilu ei country !
Noi pe aici nu toleram cantarete satanice, ce incearca sa treaca
pe pop da care sunt izgonite inapoi catre muzica country de Domnu!
Nu, noi n-o facem!!'
Aici iti e locu fetiscana!
Si niciodata n-ai sa pleci !!
Acum canta muzica aia country , femeie malefica !!!
Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
'Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!'
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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
singable
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...