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Sculptură


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Vreau să fiu acea operă de artă
Toată lumea îmi spune că sunt nebună
Deja, tu ești artistul meu
Orice ar fi
 
Voi fi bine
Nu mă voi tunde scurt niciodată
Ți-am spus, prietenul ăla nu e unul rău
Dar dacă nu-ți place de ea, nu o voi întâlni
Nu mă îndoiesc de tine
Când stau prin preajmă, e greu să te contactez noaptea
Ar trebui să fii obosit dacă ai dormit până târziu ieri
Vrei să te odihnești azi?
E fascinant, nu-i așa? De fapt, sunt foarte amabilă
 
Uită-te la asta
Eu potrivesc totul la ceea ce spui și faci
Așa cum o vei desena
 
Vreau să fiu iubită nebunește
Chiar dacă voi deveni sculptura ta
Pot îndura durerea de a fi tăiată
E în regulă, sunt sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
 
Știu, văd
Sunt destul de ciudată
Dacă va fi o petrecere
Voi zâmbi în timp ce-mi voi strânge din nou rochia
 
Da, uite
Mă potrivesc cu tot ce spui și faci
Fiind atrasă
 
Vreau să fiu iubită nebunește
Chiar dacă voi deveni sculptura ta
Pot îndura durerea de a fi tăiată
E în regulă, sunt sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
 
Sunt fericită
Nu, este aceasta fericire?
Să fiu iubită de tine
Ar trebui să fiu cu adevărat fericită
 
Chiar dacă trupul meu care a fost sculptat are crăpături
Da, va fi mai ușor să mă pierd pe mine decât să te pierd pe tine
 
Sunt iubită nebunește
Chiar dacă știu că sunt sculptura ta
Pot îndura durerea de a fi dărâmată
E în regulă, sunt sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
Sculptura ta
 



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Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
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The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
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Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
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O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
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Carrying a load who has been led astray
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  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.