Vladimir Vysotsky - Затяжной прыжок Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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A HALO Jump

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It’s good that the engines were blocking off sounds,
That I was alone with my worries and shame.
Forgetting my biner, completely dumfound,
I stood by the exit door frame.

My instructor did help, with a knee to my end,
To get over this sheepishness stunt.
I confused his half-sleepy cussing and rant
For our common “Fear nothing!” command.

And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And left my cheekbones burning
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
They pumped all sounds back in me
With every breath recurring:
These easy-going, always free,
The rising air currents.

I was caught in their skillful and grippy embrace:
They now push me with ease any way that they want!
I am eager to do every step of this dance,
Every one of their senseless stunts.

If there is a deep meaning to fall from the planes,
I will learn later on, and for now…
The horizon is leaning towards my own face,
And the clouds rush away to the ground.

And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And left my cheekbones scalded
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
The pumped my liver full with blood:
Invisible, yet certain,
Inflexible and cruelsome,
The rising air currents.

But I ripped off a ring from the harness with force,
Like a pin in the battle or a shirt in the heat.
It was an accidental, impromptu free fall,
That has lasted just eighteen heartbeats.

... And today I look ugly, with humps on both sides,
With salvation of silk in each of the humps,
I am goal oriented and I am in love
With the high-altitude, low-opening jumps!

And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And leave my cheekbones burning
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
They’re piercing deep inside of me
With every breath recurring:
These easy-going, always free,
The rising air currents.

The pioneering jump from the stratosphere’s shallows:
On the signal “Let’s go!” I stepped off to the side,
On the quest to gain on the invisible shadows
Of the faceless chimera – I dive!

I will cut through the dark of the cotton wool sea,
Even if the conditions are spoiled.
The free falling is not unreservedly free,
All because we don’t fall in the void.

And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And leave my cheekbones burning
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
I have containers on my back
To meet them well in person:
Impeccable and shooting straight,
The rising air currents.

Yet the wind would leak through, its soft talk is indecent:
“Leave this ring where it is, revelation will come…”
At the three hundred meters – Enough of this whisper!
Wind is lying, it’s spinning a yarn!

Lines are yanking me up, and the canopy bangs,
As if nothing had happened en route.
There’s no freedom in falling from heights, but instead
There’s a freedom to open your chute!

My cheekbones skin feels cool tonight,
My eyes are pried wide open.
They carry much about mankind:
The moving air currents!
I’m starring up with fondness
On distant stars that lonely,
I’m drinking horizontal
And slow-moving currents.

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Arctic Monkeys - No. 1 Party Anthem Превод текста

17.10.2024

Himna za zurke broj 1

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[Strofa 1]
Dakle, pitas se da li je vec otisla ili ne
Kozna jakna, kragna iskocila kao Kantona
Nikad ne znajuci kada da prestanem
Naocare za sunce u zatvorenom prostoru, naravno
Svetla u podovima i znoj na zidovima
Kavezi i stubovi

Prekini potragu za svojom dusom ili je ponovo stavi na cekanje
Ona ima lukav dim u zatvorenom prostoru
A ljude koji ovo vode ona naziva svojim najstarijim prijateljima
Pijuckajuci pice i smejuci se izmisljenim salama
Posto su svi signali poslati, njene oci te pozivaju da pridjes
I izgleda kao da su te knedle u grlu
To sto si upravo progutao te je pokrenulo

[Refren]
Hajde, hajde, hajde
Hajde, hajde, hajde
Himna za zurke broj jedan

[Strofa 2]
Ona je sertifikovani duhovnjak, znajuci dobro da ja ne znam
Mozda sugerise da postoji mesto odakle je mozda poznajes
Samo da se lopta otkotrlja
Pijani monolozi, zbunjeni jer
Nije da se zaljubljujem, samo želim da mi ne učiniš ništa dobro
I izgledas kao da bi mogao

[Refren x2]

Pogled ljubavi - navala krvi
'Ona je sa mnom' - galski sleže ramenima
Zatvarači - kamera plus
Crno-belo - izbegavanje boja
Devojke za dobar provod - kabine
Kuća zabave - himna za zurke broj jedan

Hajde, hajde, hajde
Pre nego što trenutak prođe
Himna za zurke broj jedan

100 gecs - Hollywood Baby Превод текста

17.10.2024

Holivudska beba

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O čemu ti plačeš, bebo
Si se ulenjila
Čisto plavo nebo ali kasne sve naplate
Si primila platu? Imali smo aranžmane
Nećemo da gledamo vesti, samo čitamo izjave
Hoćeš li se zabavljati? Barbika sa Malibua
Hoćeš li spakovati te stvari kad sve počne da se ruši?
Hoćeš li se zabavljati? Barbika sa Malibua
Hoćeš li spakovati te stvari kad sve počne da se ruši?

Iskaljuj bes, koga boli kurac
Najbolje je ako to prevaziđeš

Poludeću
Mala, sićušna holivudska beba
Potpuno novi Mercedes
Bio sam kod kuće i ludim
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh

Jel ti gledaš niz planine?
O čemu ti sad cmidriš, cmidriš, cmidriš?
Da li popuštaš pod pritiskom
Sve se ruši, ruši, ruši

Iskaljuj bes, koga boli kurac
Najbolje je ako to prevaziđeš

Poludeću
Mala, sićušna holivudska beba
Potpuno novi Mercedes
Bio sam kod kuće i ludim
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh

Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Poludeću
Mala, sićušna holivudska beba
Potpuno novi Mercedes
Bio sam kod kuće i ludim
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Whoo!

Claudio Villa - Buongiorno tristezza Превод текста

17.10.2024

Dobro jutro, tugo

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Dobro jutro, tugo!

Nisam poznavao laskanja ljubavi,
pesme o ljubavi, otrove ljubavi.
Kada je u jednom poljupcu tražila srce,
dala mi je srce, izgubio sam srce.
Od tada, koliko su joj samo
ove oči poklonile zlatnika,
od tada!

Dobro jutro, tugo,
prijateljice moje melanholije,
znaš put,
danas ćemo opet biti u društvu!

Dobro jutro, tugo,
vratimo se tamo gde sam te jednog dana sreo
i rekao za nju:
„Još me voli.“ I pogrešio sam!

Plaču
žuti listovi svuda oko mene,
pitaju
šapat platana: „Gde je?“
videći me s tobom.

Dobro jutro, tugo,
prijateljice moje melanholije!

Anson Kong - Game Of Life Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

16.10.2024

Game Of Life

A vision through the lens, the universe unfolds
I’m in a wonderland aya
My ticket in hand, day or night don’t matter
It’s a paradise anytime

Hundreds of advanced machineries
Frantic, flashing in full swing Aya
Scanning, we take our strides
A desire to get to the bottom of it

Wooo...
We can't hold it back...
There’s no way to say sorry
Let em cut the line, jump the queue
If they thrust in force
Chased for life
Ohhh ohhh...
Eyy... and lemme tell ya

Game On!
Everybody, game on!
I know no rules
I don’t care what you think the thrill is all mine
I wander dusk till dawn
Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty

Every, everybody up, stay down
Everybody gonna stay high
And everybody up, stay down
Everybody come on come and get some

Yeah everybody up, and get your hands in the air
Wave em all around like you just don’t care
Got the Brodie on the track and a rolly in the back
Homie know me as the guy who sees a beat and gon attack

(Hold up)

Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
Bouncy like the Hooper that be busting out the sturdy
It’s the game of life y’all no need to get wordy
AK and JC we make em worry (for real)

Wooo...
We can't hold it back...
There's no way to say sorry
I ride it my way like a rollercoaster
Be my own master let the joy pour over
Ohhh ohhh...
Eyy, and let me tell you

Game On!
Everybody, game on!
I know no rules
I don’t care what you think the thrill is all mine
We in our own zones slayin’
Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty

My homies a bunch, I don’t mind the waiting time
Let it be, whatsoever
I had my fun, my fun is real
Ain’t no lies about it

I’m abouta get!
I’m abouta get!

I’m abouta get dirty... Yea yea
I’m abouta get dirty... Yea yea

It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It is the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
(It’s abouta get dirty, get dirty)

It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It is the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
(It’s abouta get dirty, get dirty)