Paroles et traduction Sima Martausová - Pod Imelom

Pod Imelom

Možno keby som bola viac ticho,
Počula by som v tom hluku prepychov aj tvoje priania.
Už viem, že klamú zdania
A slová ozaj rania city.
Kto sa zranil si ty...
Možno by nám vydržal vzťah dlhšie,
Keby som dovolila, aby si mi ušiel,
Tak by si zostal.
Stojím na druhej strane mosta
A čakám...
Možno by duša prenikala moje telo,
Možno by srdce láskou zahorelo,
Keby sme si pod imelom,
Keby sme sa pod imelom
Cítili nájdení...
Ešte jednu kocku cukru dajte mi,
Nech je mi sladšie aj tu na zemi.
Ponorím zmysly svoje do peny
A na podstavec drevený, si ťa položím.
Strážim ťa ako chlapca z dreva.
No ty si neožil, no ty si neožil...
Možno by duša prenikala moje telo,
Možno by srdce láskou zahorelo,
Keby sme si pod imelom,
Keby sme sa pod imelom.
Možno by sme vyzerali bielo,
Keby sa nám viacej chcelo,
Keby sme sa pod imelom...
Možno keby usuším tie kvety
A nahrám piesne na kazety a na platne,
Tak možno vydržíš mi dlhšie,
Ale vydržalo dlhšie všetko ostatné...
Možno by duša prenikala moje telo,
Možno by srdce láskou zahorelo,
Keby sme si pod imelom,
Keby sme sa pod imelom.
Možno by sme vyzerali bielo,
Keby sa nám viacej chcelo,
Keby sme sa pod imelom...
Možno keby na chodníku nechám
Kocky cukru nájdem cestu späť.
Akosi dymí strecha z nášho domu,
Tento dym mi navždy bude v hlave tkvieť...

Beneath the Mistletoe

Perhaps if my silence was more plentiful,
I could hear your wishes within the clamor of extravagance.
I know now that appearances deceive,
And words truly wound the heart.
You are the wounded one...
Perhaps our relationship would have lasted longer,
If I had allowed you to escape me,
You would have stayed.
I stand on the other side of the bridge,
And wait...
Perhaps my soul would permeate my body,
Perhaps my heart would ignite with love,
If we were beneath the mistletoe,
If we were beneath the mistletoe
We would feel whole...
Give me another sugar cube,
So that even this life on earth may be sweeter.
I will immerse my senses in the foam,
And place you on a wooden pedestal.
I guard you like a wooden boy.
But you have not come to life, you have not come to life...
Perhaps my soul would permeate my body,
Perhaps my heart would ignite with love,
If we were beneath the mistletoe,
If we were beneath the mistletoe.
Perhaps we would look pure,
If we cared more,
If we were beneath the mistletoe...
Perhaps if I dry those flowers
And record songs on cassettes and vinyl,
Then perhaps you will stay with me longer,
But everything else lasted longer...
Perhaps my soul would permeate my body,
Perhaps my heart would ignite with love,
If we were beneath the mistletoe,
If we were beneath the mistletoe.
Perhaps we would look pure,
If we cared more,
If we were beneath the mistletoe...
Perhaps if I leave sugar cubes on the sidewalk
I will find my way back.
The roof of our house is somehow smoking,
This smoke will always linger in my mind...