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Isheika - Слоудайв (Sloudayv) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Slowdive

For how long can you just get used to it
I'm losing my way
Passed a hundred miles back
This is my route
I'm afraid to look at the shadow
My enemy resides in it
I'm afraid of him
I'm afraid of myself
 
Fly away
Into a slowdive
I'm flying away
Let go
Do not disturb me
I'm sorry
I'm flying away
 
I will remember this day
The day where everything went away
Ton fearing anything
Didn't suit me
Everything appeared to freeze
I inhaled, trembling
All will pass
 
I won't forget
Your home never warm
I just can't stop pondering one thing
How easy it is to decide
To close your eyes in it
'Cause I'm bundled up in warmth again
All is decided
I've been trying for so long
To wake up from this dream
How easy it is to forget who I am
How easy it is to forget
To open my eyes
 
All will pass
The pain will go away
 
I'm lost
Stepped back
Take me away
Help me
So many days spent lying down
Teach me how to walk
It was stupid
Fly into a slowdive
 
Fly into a slowdive
 
I just wish I could fly
I just wish I could fly
I just wanted to lie less
I just wanted to lie less
I just wish I could fly
I just wish I could fly
The meaning of searching for something again
The meaning of searching for everything
I just wish I could fly
I just wish I could fly
Every time I fall to the floor
It hurts for me to lose everything again
 
Give me time
 


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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
 


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.