Neon - Siddharta traduction en anglais

Neon

V temnih oblekah ljudje,
V dolgi koloni stoje,
Najbolj poznani naprej,
Vse do konca do onih, ki ni jih videl doslej.
Bleda podoba nad tem
Vidi v duše ljudem,
Sliši se tisto ime,
Ki njej pomenilo je vse.
"Nočem domov, z njimi grem!
Nočem nazaj na to pot!"
Sliši se strel v srce, sliši se strel...
Kje se plazijo preplašeni?
Kje nastane ples odmaknjenih?
Kaj podira svet izobčencev?
Kaj ostane, ko jih ni domov?
Slike so varovane še po tem, ko gredo.
Vsi prostori ostanejo prav taki kot so.
Vsi prelepi vrtovi se spreminjajo v zmes bolečine in solz.
Še grmi krik v glavi, "samo ne on, ne on..."
"Nočem neba brez vseh zvezd.
Nočem vrtov brez dreves."
Slika edino ne ve. Slika edino ne ve!

Neon

In dark outfits, the people,
They stand in a long column,
The best known forward,
On to the end to the ones, that have never been seen before.
A pale image above this
Sees into the souls of people,
You hear that name,
That meant everything to her.
"I do not want to go home, I'll go with them!
I do not want to go back to that road!"
You hear a shot in the heart, you hear a shot...
Where do the scared ones crawl?
Where does the dance of the secluded begin?
What brings down the world of outcasts?
What remains, when they are not home?
The images are still protected even after they go.
All the spaces remain just as they are.
All the beautiful gardens turn into a mixture of pain and tears.
The scream still buzzes in my head, "just not he, not he..."
"I do not want the sky without all the stars.
I do not want gardens without trees.
The image alone does not know. The image just does not know!