TOMORROW X TOGETHER - 네 번째 손가락 위타투 (Lonely Boy) (ne beonjjae songalag witatu) Превод текста
네 번째 손가락 위타투 (Lonely Boy) (Tetovaža Na Četvrtom Prstu (Usamljeni Dečak))
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Dugotrajni oproštaj
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Ona nije moja jedna jedina
Nespretno tražim bez razloga, jedini sam ostao ovde
Nema te, čak su i tragovi tvog odlaska usamljeni
Ono što sam ostavio je oštra igla
Nisu samo moji prsti, već i srce
Dubokim ubodom
Tvoje reči koje se zabijaju u kožu, okrutne
Oznaka ostavljena na mesto prstena
Tetovaža nazvana 'ti' na četvrtom prstu
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Priča koje se neće promeniti
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Dugotrajni oproštaj
Ne želim te više, ne trebaš mi
Tvoji tragovi me neće oporaviti
Stojim ovde sam
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Ona nije moja jedna jedina, jedna jedina
Ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen
Usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen
Kada držimo naše ruke zajedno, postajemo jedni
Pola usamljena zvezda
Reci mi o značenju, ne postoji ništa takvo
Izgubljen i značajan crtež
Yeah bio sam glup
Zašto sam to tada uradio?
Ne mogu ni da se setim više
Nemam izbore već da ostavim to na miru
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Sećanja koja su ostala sa tobom
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Šta je ostalo je osoba koja se rastavlja
Ne želim te više, ne trebaš mi
Tvoji tragovi me neće oporaviti
Stojim ovde sam
Usamljeni dečak ostaje usamljen
Ona nije moja jedna jedina, jedna jedina
Ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen
Usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen
Ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen, ostaje usamljen
Ostaje usamljen
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What did it look like?
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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?
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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
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The Little Bunch of Rushes
O maiden of the finest rushes
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