PMMP - Kiitos II versuri traducere în engleză
Thank You II
Maybe you remember me
And you can't confide
Write about us now that your current one is angry
And can't stand me at all
I see you in my dreams
Nobody can take them away from me
Many times it goes like this
Everything doesn't show on the surface
You got angry when you couldn't get into my closed rooms
You wanted to know
Why there was always a piece missing
Why did I wander and sidestep
Oh, if only I knew that myself
Even though everything will be forgotten
Thank you for putting up with me for even a little too long
You accepted a half out of madness
I've never known how to give more anyway
If I could ask for one thing
Even if it wasn't true
Tell me that I'm one of a kind
So that I believe it
Others aren't as much
Nobody can exceed
But someone still has to avoid
Even though everything will be forgotten
Thank you for putting up with me for even a little too long
Thank you for accepting a half
I've never known how to give more anyway
Thank you for trying to understand
I knew even you couldn't do it
If I sometimes remember too much
I'll drink one more and I'll remember much less
Yo, you can leave out the name at the end of the message
I think you've poured yourself a glass again, no
The music ended, I'm thinking about the old times
We agreed to still be friends in our thirties
On park benches, on an outing in Hertsikka
Hey, hey, I haven't finished the story yet
That evening on the walls of houses
In a shadow play both of us looked like monsters for a moment
But it was only for a moment
We're cool, right?
You opened me up, I'm grateful and mellow
In a county of veils
As thieves in a pity
Where people are too scared of getting stuck together
In oblivion we hear voices
Might as well medicate yourself with one more glass
When your partner is distraught and asks you who sent that text
(What? Stop it)
Sleep would be nice now, but I'm being grilled by my loved ones
Fiery nature, come and drop a couple of curses
Both of us go on some strange spiel
Until in the end I'm sitting curled up on the floor of the study
Oh, sounds sweet?
One of a kind? Yeah, to each their own
With you I don't have to wait for oblivion
I remember until my memory dies and the dome collapses
(Even though everything will be forgotten)
(Even though everything will be forgotten)
Thank you for putting up with me for even a little too long
I'll pour one more time and everything will be forgotten
Searching takes its time here
And in the end we'll see what we ended up weaving
Thank you for putting up with me for even a little too long
I'll pour one more time and everything will be forgotten
Searching takes its time here
And in the end we'll see what we ended up weaving
Thank you for putting up with me for even a little too long
I'll pour one more time and everything will be forgotten
Searching takes its time here
And in the end we'll see what we ended up weaving
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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...