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Loke Nyberg, Del X - Dialog mellan älskade Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Dialogue between lovers

Oh well, here we go again. It happens so easily.
We are locked in loneliness in the pub's toilet.
I have a feeling that you're thinking that there'll be romance here.
But there will not be rows and crying and loud screams here.
 
My friend, when you're sober you're cute and sweet and neat
But to think that after three-four beers yeah, then you change attitude.
And from being quiet and withdrawn mild
You go to roaring: I'm beautiful, free and wild.
I defend your freedom but do you realize the hypocrisy
It means to be alcohol-based free
 
Don't think I don't hear your undercover taunt.
With fucking gorgeous language and velvet tongue in front of your critique.
But drop the insinuations and if there's something you want
Yes dear, if you've got something on your mind just speak up.
No, don't say anything! I'll guess! Yes, now I think I know.
You whine because you don't have my full attention.
 
Oh, you think I'm jealous? Let us express it mildly.
Since you got here to Nefertiti you've been flirting wildly.
Laughed shrilly and fooled around as if you were fifteen years
And tried to tighten the push-up a step further than possible.
A moment ago you were making Killing jokes with a broiler kid
And giggled like a brat to his plump laugh.
 
Oh well, thank fuck I'm talking to other men
When you say: I'll go buy som beers. I'll be gone for an hour, and then
I find you i the bar with a Barbie-plagiary
Big-eyed-breasted blonde with an IQ of a tin soldier.
So don't come to me to talk shit about hypocrisy
First take a look in the mirror you Lars Demian-wannabe.
 
You think that I'm kissing ass? Yes, it's probably sometimes true.
I pretend to like our long walks hand in hand
I laugh at you pops jokes, I sing to your mother
And pretend to be be fascinated by your IT-knowledgeable younger brother.
I carry you when you get too drunk to walk on your own
When I'd rather dump you the closest gutter.
 
Fuck all the times I've pleased you and cursed silently
When you with stubble and hangover-sweaty begged for a kiss.
Fuck when you say:
You'd be sexy as a blond.
Your smoke poisoned breath, your damned morning wood.
Fuck having to provide for you when you've drunk yourself broke
Fuck your dirty underwear and your socks' stench.
 
Oh well, what do you think I think of your company during your fourteen days period?
What do you think I think of your smoker's cough and your damn impotency?
Your eternal nagging about tinnitus? Your fear of becoming deaf?
Or spooning with you and your Godzilla ass?
Your bumpy thighs! Your fuzzy hair! Your hanging tits! Your beard!
To discuss with you is like talking to a wall.
 
Now you're silently looking down to the floor. You got tears in the corner of your eye.
A guard tears up the door and yells: 'We're closed.
Fucking leave already!'
I hear you sigh as we leave. You sniffle some.
But when we stop in our staircase you suddenly grab my hand.
 
I look at you. I look at you. I wake up and I remember.
Despite all harsh words you're the most beautiful there is.
And we hurry up the stairs and sleep with each other.
And one and two and three see how all discourse disappeared.
Then there's a bit more crying and sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
Then we'll take a bubble bath with live candles and classical music afterwards.
Then we'll swear to be friends at a blood red sunrise.
At least until we go out together next time.
 


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26.10.2024

You'll See Me Return





When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.
 

But if you'll call my name,
you'll see me return.
 

And you'll have for company
a crowd of thoughts
and your lips will be silent
if it does not speak to your heart.
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return.
 

From life, I want to have
five things to remember,
they are (five) five (five) you,
you, you, you, you, you.
 

(When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.)
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return.
 

From life, I want to have
five things to remember,
they are (five) five (five) you,
you, you, you, you, you.
 

When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return to you!
 


26.10.2024

Spring





I want to be in the light of the sun
Without the sun I will die
It seems like spring has arrived
The sky is pretty nice and bright
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

Something very nice is gonna come your way
Let's sing it
 

Take a look outside the window
Enjoy the exercise in the park
Ignore the sun indoors
But is that really okay?
 

Or, you could step outside
Breathe in the sun and feel so alive
The sky is pretty nice and bright
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

And then we just sit still
In this field of grass until summer
Because I wanna go back
To the very last year of high school
 

So much pain
So much strain
 

But still
 

I had friends who made me feel
The way I'll never feel
 

Ever again
 

Life was worth living
With the people who are now all gone
 


26.10.2024

Teresinella





'Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up'
 

Why don’t serenades return again
Those of my grandfather’s day, long past
When, crazy in love with his fair dame
Through these ancient streets he’d sigh:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Tonight, your streets, old neighborhood
Will listen to a new troubadour
Who sings of Ladies and golden braids
Silken ladders, swords, and knights:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Now that braids are no longer in fashion
And there’s no balcony to keep lovers apart
The people of the quarter think and believe
The serenader drinks and perhaps goes too far
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Now, if she who loves me with a pale kind of love
Might be behind the balcony listening
She’d think: “But if there’s an elevator
Why does he shout so much? He can come up!”
“Teresinella, Teresinella
You are not the one I want for myself
Golden braids are no longer true
And the troubadour does not sing for you”
 

The dream fades, and the moon departs
Disappointed, the minstrel drifts away
And the echo carries the song to the wind
The dream fades, and the moon departs:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 


26.10.2024

Deep Sea





It's getting easier
It's getting fuller
Where are you going? Where are you heading?
 

Where are you going?
 

When your heart feels like it's about to burst
 

Just quietly open your eyes
Let's go somewhere right now
 

To that secret place
 

Between you and me
 

Every time I stand up, I'm knocked down
What I want is a soothing rock sound
My emotions are up, down, up, down
My emotions are shut down, shut down
 

It's all over if people's morals disappear
Will it be okay if I try my best?
You'll have to watch to find out!