F.Charm - Imperiul pierdut versuri traducere în engleză
Lost empire
Life, take me back to the past
Give me back the empire that I had and lost
Life, now my hearth is cold
Bring my family back so that I stop them from leaving anymore
What drama your eyes hide
When they get lost in glasses, like rain on the ocean
What drama your eyes hide
When your beautiful life, left home today
She, a pleasant girl, him, a homeboy
Love suddenly sat down at their table
He only saw her and she only saw him
He worked hard during the day to buy her a ring
And he got down on one knee, a bit shy by nature
A proposal and he swore love
She responded with a yes, crying of happiness
Her heart jumped out of her chest, sublime livin
After 9 months, the fruit of their love was born
What a family, what a life, what a brilliant painting
Others would give years of their lives and a stable income
To have such a home, such a woman, such a child
Everything was good and beautiful until the day when
The father came home drunk, broken, and swearing
The woman let him in, he thought he had gotten the wrong floor
But the floor wasn't wrong, the company he kept was wrong
What drama your eyes hide
When they get lost in glasses, like rain on the ocean
What drama your eyes hide
When your beautiful life, left home today
Payday comes, he goes to the slot machines again
With the idea of getting rich overnight
He loses everything in two hours and takes a loan
He loses again, leaves for the bar, and drinks another hundred
But alcohol doesn't at all make him any happier
He puts a dose in a syringe to forget what he lost
Depraved, swaying as he walks, he steps to the threshold of his house again
His woman looks at him, angry, jumping on the scandal
He grabs her by the hair, hits her, beats her up
His child sees him as an exemplary father
The mother takes their child, and locks themselves into the bedroom
He beats the door with his fists, 'Open up or I'll kill you'
The woman cries, because she didn't do anything wrong
She gave him a child, she works hard, she loved him
He packs up his bags and puts his life into them
With the idea of leaving into the world when morning comes
What drama your eyes hide
When they get lost in glasses, like rain on the ocean
What drama your eyes hide
When your beautiful life, left home today
Life, take me back to the past
Give me back the empire that I had and lost
Life, now my hearth is cold
Bring my family back so that I stop them from leaving anymore
The man wakes up and yells after them
He sees the marks his fists left on the room's door
He also sees the toys, which cry in silence
And he sees his own soul, full of uneasiness
He sees that the company that he kept turned him into a beast
And he would give anything in the world to go back in time
And he would clean the love, smeared with mud
Outside, it thunders, it's cloudy, it's cold, and lightning struck
More than ever, he feels guilty
The house is cold without them, where they would wander
Where is his lost life, where is his family
He can't sleep a wink
Salt just runs onto his wounds
His heart breaks when he sees what he did
His family was the empire which he now has lost
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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...