Reinhard Mey - Irgendein Depp mäht irgendwo immer Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Somewhere Always Some Dork Is Mowing

When summer comes, it's not an easy going,
somewhere always some dork is mowing.
A mower Rambo mows me into my doom,
he's mowing through the walls, I can hear him in my room.
The emission of thick clouds of blue exhaust
brings him joy and ecstasy, at any cost.
He slaughters everything, and he is merciless
towards everything, that looks remotely like a blade of grass.
With lawn tractors or other noisy tools,
they are always around, those crazy fools.
From Oberpfaffenhofen to the city of Leer,
some dork is always mowing out there.

My neighbour has four nasty snappy fighting dogs,
they shit and bark all day, they chew my wooden clogs.
There's another neighbour, playing drums obsessively,
one cleans his car, while basses rumble constantly.
When having sex one husband's often battered out,
all that is not disturbing and not really loud.
But on the plot across, a grass blade annihilator,
a daisy killer and a hedgehog executioner,
a motor mower tyrant, a two-stroke nut,
a monstrous grass-exploiter starts to mow and cut.
He starts his motor mower, thinks that it's really cute,
to ruin vegetation with his phallic substitute.

When summer comes, it's not an easy going,
somewhere always some dork is mowing.
A real lawn fetishist needs neither drink nor food,
he only interrupts to check if the height is good.
He rages till the night falls down, till the sun is low,
of course he has a blower, for the grass to blow.
Thereafter, armed with blowtorch and a knife,
he erases every dandelion's hated life.
When the first sprouts show and the first green's glowing,
somewhere some dork is always mowing.
When my work is done, I must pull my hair,
'cause some dork is always mowing out there.

I'm sitting in a deck chair near the guesthouse „Island Bay“,
and I enjoy this lovely, mild, and peaceful holiday.
The siskin happ'ly cheers, the chaffinch sings its song,
a sniper cheeps behind a bush, a cuckoo comes along.
A bumblebee is bumbling, a bee follows a fragrance,
I hear a quiet humming from a mower in the distance.
A soothing, pious charm surrounds my being out there,
to trust in this deceptive calmness, I don't really dare.
The noise attack surprises me, my Landlady is the source,
she just started her mower, she handles it with force.
If devil's grandma, down in hell, would mow around their pool,
She'd surely mow her lawn like that, exactly with this tool!

When summer comes it's not an easy going,
somewhere always some dork is mowing.
With earplugs, safety glasses, steel-capped shoes,
he fights against the quiet, and he gives me the blues.
He fires a machine gun salvo with his big brushcutter,
and liquidates the grass roots, leaving a tremendous clutter.
He crushes useful earthworms with a grimly oath,
he fights for law and order, and he brings them both.
No begging can help, no whimpering, ooh!,
the next lunatic mower is close to you,
to your left and to your right, and in front anyway,
dorks are mowing grass, at any time of the day.

I try to lure Miss Ingeborg into my garden bower,
I play the robin and the love dove, with all my power.
First I serve prosecco, then a liqueur, sweet and sheer,
she nibbles on confectionary, I nibble on her ear.
I hold her in my arms, we sink into the moss
when suddenly, behind the bower, starts a hellish noise.
At first there roars a scarifyer, then sequentially
a vacuum, trimmer, chopper, and eventually
a tiller, plowing purposefully through the land,
and a chainsaw massacre as a highlight in the end!
So sorry, dear Miss Ingeborg, I'm getting dressed again,
such insane noises do not boost the stamina of men.

When summer comes, it's only easy going
inside the house, where you can't hear them mowing.
But the worst of all tortures is the abrupt,
eerie silence, when the mowing has stopped.
Knowing it will soon start somewhere else for sure,
that's a nerve-wracking status, it's hard to endure.
You only know, when one of them has finished his show,
it's just a matter of time, and the next will start to mow.
Don't you know the song,
„The gardener is always the killer“? 1
I tell you, reality is much, much worse!
It is bad smelling, nasty, brutal, unfair!
Some dork is always mowing somewhere,
some dork is always mowing out there!

1. Another famous song by Reinhard Mey: „Der Mörder ist immer der Gärtner“

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Stvoren sam da te volem

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Noćas oću sve da ti podarim
U mraku, tol'ko je otog što oću da uradim
I večeras oću pred noge oto da ti položim
Jer devojko, stvoren sam za tebe
A devojko, ti si stvorena za mene

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?

Noćas želim to videti u očima tvojim
Magiju da osetim, ima štogod što me čini divljim
A noćas ćemo to ostvariti sve
Jer devojko, stvorena si za mene
I frajlice, stvoren sam za tebe

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Opravljen sam da volem te
Ti stvorena si da voleš me
A ja ti to mogu dati sve
Možeš li ti meni dati sve?

Ne mogu se zasititi
Ne mogu se namiriti
Ne mogu se zasititi

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?

Stvoren sam, stvorena si
Ne mogu se zasititi
Ne, ne mogu se namiriti

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Opravljen sam da volem te
Ti stvorena si da voleš me
A ja ti to mogu dati sve
Možeš li ti meni dati sve?

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An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.

Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.

At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.

When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.

Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.

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Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page

I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
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I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
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Heavenly clouds

Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.

Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?

No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.