Georgio - Svetlana et Maïakovski versuri traducere în engleză

Svetlana and Maiakovski

[Verse 1]
And I'd really like to show you that no days look alike
Every night has its own stories of love and blood
Her little face in the mirror has some sadness to spare
She'll go and steal their book of spells, the rainbows and angels
It's raining tears, and tears, lost souls up in the sky
And this lady has torturous looks for the most vicious ones
Welcome to the flames of Pigalle, the dark nights
The Romantic City's hidden face
She's dancing like Salome in the Bible, making everyone dizzy
I look into her drunk eyes, Paris is a celebration
Svetlanna gets in touch with her friends, lies about her life on the internet
The princess of túndra is just whore in Paris
She hides to cry, while drying her tears she understood
That she was drying up her dreams, that here, it's like the cold war without a truce
In the early morning, back to the attic room
With a smell that haunts the deads, and the pimp knocking's coldness
 
[Chorus]
And when you sleep
Can you feel the north wind ?
I know it's cold outside
But answer me, are you dead ?
Are you dead ?
Were you scared to death because of them
The sun is rising, you are done
And you bite, and you bite others
 
[Verse 2]
She shaves her head for her feminist side
Guys don't see nothing on the Kama river
She was irresistible
Depression scratched her body that she exhibits on the sidewalk
Her eyes soaked in alcohol tell us her nightmares
But anyway, who gives a damn if the Earth isn't going in circles ?
Are we even lending a hand ? Anyway
Who gives a damn about helping their neighbor
Svetlanna's solitary and it's best like this
It's all fire inside her head when she paces
She thinks of yesterday, of her parents she arguably won't ever see again
Of the children of the village that would run after her
At half past midnight she's working, despite the wind and snow
The polluted sky keeps its stars, for it she owns no priviledge
She re-invents herself being a rockstar, or a collection's lost love
Until some bastard of a client, will act discourteous again
Obliged to fake, that she likes the stranger laying down in her bed
Her mind recites, some Maiakovski poems
You see, in fact there are different ways to escape
Him, fucking, and her, thinking
Her frozen body and her icy breath
 
[Chorus]
And when you sleep
Can you feel the north wind ?
I know it's cold outside
But answer me, are you dead ?
Are you dead ?
Were you scared to death because of them
The sun is rising, you are done
And you bite, and you bite others
 


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