Paroles et traduction Siddharta - Nespodobno Opravilo

Nespodobno Opravilo

Strah v slovo dui libero zaspi
In v temi nad rjuho udari v glavo.
Spet v nedogled ena misel tli,
Vge jo Njena biti, me nagovori.
Brez vsake dlake na jeziku sam,
Ji solze na obrazu briem in izdam
Demo ji plan:
Lep kozarec in notri vino,
Roka mi za vrat drsi,
Naj se dere, naj nori,
Ve zakaj prila je. Zakaj prila je.
A ne vidim kar se zdi, kot v megli.
V dan izgine tema, naju ne izda,
Objeta sredi sobe vidiva le dva.
Dva, ki svojo senco meèeta v svet,
Ki za oba nastaja, ko se dela spet
Plan za novi dan:
Lep kozarec in notri vino,
Roka mi za vrat drsi,
Vse to vidi le spomin,
Le spominu daje, spominu daje.
In derem se naglas, plezam na drevo,
V momentu padem dol, naj ponovim:
E enkrat derem se naglas, plezam na drevo,
Na vrhu e sedim, ko naju vidim in v rokah
Lep kozarec in notri vino,
Roka e za vrat dri,
Tisto kar rosi oèi,
Slika najina je, le najina je.
Vse zaman, vse zaman, vse zaman...
Vse zaman, vse zaman...
Ker ne vidim kar se zdi, le mislim si.

Despicable Act

Fear in the word dui libero falls asleep
And in the darkness above the sheet, it strikes the head.
Again, one thought burns indefinitely,
Her Being urges me on, and speaks to me.
I have no filter, without hesitation,
I wipe away the tears on her face and betray her
I give her a plan:
A beautiful glass and wine inside,
My hand slides around her neck,
Let her scream, let her go crazy,
You know why she came. Why she came.
But I don't see what it seems to be, like in a fog.
Darkness disappears into the day, it doesn't betray us,
Hugging in the middle of the room, we can only see two.
Two who throw their shadow into the world,
Which is created for both of them, when they make a plan again
For a new day:
A beautiful glass and wine inside,
My hand slides around her neck,
Only memory can see this,
It only gives it to memory, gives it to memory.
And I scream out loud, I climb a tree,
In a moment, I fall down, let me repeat:
Once again, I scream out loud, I climb a tree,
At the top, I sit and see us and in your hands
A beautiful glass and wine inside,
My hands are around your neck,
That which makes your eyes moist,
Is our picture, only ours.
All in vain, all in vain, all in vain...
All in vain, all in vain...
Because I don't see what it seems to be, I just think.