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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And from being quiet and withdrawn mild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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25.11.2024

Chrysanthemum





(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
 

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
 

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
 


25.11.2024

Mr. Gershwin





In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 


25.11.2024

In Vain





Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
 

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
 

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
 


25.11.2024

Going even further (Reprise)





Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further