17.03.2025
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
Kult - Na Łódce W Oslo versuri traducere în engleză
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Translation
On a Boat in Oslo
I don't give a shit about my lyrics
They're somewhat helpless creations
That's why the way I treat others
That, what I do, causes mass horror
I don't give a shit about my lyrics
I'm looking for God, and He is very close
How much I poisoned your lives
Bad text messages are my environment
So what, we'll write a book about me
I'm surrounded by yes-men
I feel like the only infallible one
That's my life to a hundred
It wasn't easy on a boat in Oslo
Finally, I can do shit to you
People will learn what a
Small human!
Small human I am!
I don't give a shit about my lyrics
I wrote, I'll bore you until the end
I pray that it won't be worse
I have no mercy for other beings
I don't give a shit about my lyrics
Will I stop myself before it's too late
What the factories made for hangovers
I don't sing about that, because it doesn't pay off
I'm sorry, but most of my lyrics
Are primitive, unintelligible shit
Father poet, son poem writer
Who did they speak of? Let me guess, what about you!
I want to team up with a friend
Kick out another friend out of the band
Why would a man wander the earth
Kult-tourists¹ will be amazed!
To become better is out of my reach
I live hoping that I'll end this farce
Let this truly be the last album
It can't be worse, he who asks is never lost
The underground band plays its game
How nice it must be to not interact with me
Homes in America, homes for rent
And who's poor and takes², is poor or a jerk
My band's new name
Will summon a lot of psychofans
Wish you the best on your new path
There's no such shit like a last album
It wasn't easy on a boat in Oslo
Of what, how does freedom taste now?
You now breathe deep breaths
And I feel how I feel!
I don't give a shit about my lyrics
Idependently from public money
Everyone stopped cooperating with me
My surroundings don't want anything to do with me
I don't give a shit about my lyrics
Who keeps ratting out their friends?
Will I get better? Save myself?
We swim in place, can't see the coasts!
I'm sorry but most of my texts
Are primitive, unintelligible shit
Father poet, son poem writer
A beautiful diploma, nothing to speak of
I will repent for what I've done
To all the boys from the band
I'm helpless against violence
I have no strength or power anymore!
Power, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I don't have power
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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
17.03.2025
Rain
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
17.03.2025
Sawah Lettuces
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
17.03.2025
The Little Bunch of Rushes
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
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
- 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.