Tristan Tzara (DE) - Seaside Suicide Превод текста
Seaside Suicide
So sweet to me, so sweet but
This means nothing due to
the circumstances I'm in and out of
Ready to fall, ready to call
The last sirens in life, you know?
I felt fucking uncomfortable
Alone, so alone with anyone and
So alone with everyone,
so damn depressed with anything
I felt like shit and piss
Dirt, fuck
I'm with you, boys and girls, so sweet
So sweet to me, these pills, pills
So alone
So sweet, I'm with you
I'm feeling like
Like I'm with you
Hold this feeling
Hold this and I will show you how to choke
Let me choke
Swallow
Boys
Girls
Pills
Nothing
Feel nothing
But love
Disappearing
Nothing
Always losing, always disappear
I feel the fuck out of here
Always losing, always disappear
I feel the fuck out of here
I can't stand it no more, I'm not the one
I'm not the one, I'm not the one
I can't stand it, I can't stand it
I can't stand it no more and, I don't care
I'm not the one
And I can't stand it no more
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys and girls and pills
Boys, girls, pills
I don't care
Boys, girls, pills
I don't care
Boys, girls, pills
I don't care
Boys, girls, pills
I don't care
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22.11.2024
Polka 'Twenty-Third' (dance)
The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain,
And that Polish girl was at home.
The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2
22.11.2024
The Cossack rode off to war (prolonged)
The Cossack rode off to war,
Said: 'Farewell, my dear girl.
Oh farewell, dark-browed maiden, |
I'm off to foreign lands. | 2
I'm off to foreign lands',
'Oh go, my sweet one, dark-browed one, |
And return to Ukraine'. | 2
'Give me, my dear, a kerchief,
Perhaps I'll perish in battle,
The dark night will cover my eyes, |
And I'll rest easier in the grave. | 2
I'll rest easier in the grave',
Oh on that grave a dark crow |
Sits sadly and caws. | 2
Sits sadly and caws,
Oh no one hears, oh no one sees, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
Where the Cossack's body lies,
Halya walks, the girl who cries every evening, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
22.11.2024
The Cossack returned from a campaign (joking song)
The cossack was coming from campaign
During frost and bad weather
Almost freezing to death - (2)
He walked into the pub.
He took off his uniform and the glasses,
Broke the uniform to shreds,
And he went to dance. | 2
After he danced and jumped enough
He said goodbye to a beatiful maiden,
He stepped out onto the porch,
Whistled into the ring –
A black horse comes running.
He mounts the horse,
But the horse gambols under him
By the green meadow,
By the green meadow!
Oh, across the meadow, meadow, meadow,
The girls sit all around.
He didn't find the girls,
So he went to the widow.
He kissed and caressed her,
Pulled her by the shoulders,
They shouted, 'Hurrah!' | 2
Oh hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
A misfortune has occurred,
Not a big one,
But not a small one either.
That this Saturday
We finished all the work,
And rushed to the tavern. | 2
We drank tea, ate rolls,
Cheated the tavern keeper,
Smoked tobacco. | 2
After smoking tobacco,
We lay on our sides –
And that's the whole story,
It ended.
‒ Roll around!
22.11.2024
Someone loved me
Someone loved me
I remember it
Because my pale, gray lips
Were happy again
Flushed with blood
And with deep emotions
Too bold to share with friends
Someone loved me
And in my eyes
There was a bright light that
I have never found again
I remember it
That bright light that
I have never found again
Someone loved me
Something was reborn
And for a time
That was never written down
In any calendar
But it doesn't matter
Those were powerful days beyond
Anything I could imagine
I didn’t need a diary