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
Eddy de Pretto - Quartier des Lunes Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
District of the moons
I colonize your breast step by step I dominate the restAll this belongs to me in an instant and in one gesture
You'll be mine you'll see I'll be your sect
I will erect you, exactly as I wish (wish)
I will mark your neck of my viscous hickeys
So that you don't run towards other nasty vices
I'll stain your pout and one by one your long hair
From my red flag and my big swear words
You'll only be proud when you play the mothers
When I will suddenly offer you a bunch of happy kids
You just have to do on time and especially keep quiet
You will then have a long flight of good points 1
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons 2
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
Mh ... (Mh ...)
I will exhaust your flame to fill my hands
From the hearts of battle and as a great clever guy
I will play checkers3, I will conquer
Without much delay, just a bit dishonest
You will be without clothes and as I please
I'll get dressed with nothing, just possessive grips
They will see that the ground is already taken
They will see my gun, yes better than my hands on
I will also make sure that you have no choice
You'll be exposed to a whole bunch of laws
That you will iron without ordering
Because only you know how to fold them
Then I'll caress you as if to appease you
Will make you fall, so as you don't revolt
Block your neck without you nauseating
And I will be sweet, whore
I'll be crazy
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
What? Do you not need my torso anymore?
What? Do you not need me when
In the street you will be alone without escort?
Tell me, how are you going to do without bark?
What? Do you no longer need advice?
What? Do not you need my rules anymore?
Hear my strengths I love you and watch you
You will see how there is no sun outside
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
- 1. Good points : In mid XXth century french schools it was tradition to give 'good points' to pupils, sort of good behaviour token
- 2. 'Moon' here refers to the bum
- 3. Play on words : In French 'play checkers' sounds like 'play the ladies'
Још текстова песама из овог уметника: Eddy de Pretto
Сви текстови песама на овој веб локацији су само за личну и образовну употребу.
Сви текстови песама су власништво и ауторска права њихових власника или власника.
Више лирицс транслатионс
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.