Paroles et traduction Şiir! - David Lynch(Prodigy'e Ağıt)

David Lynch(Prodigy'e Ağıt)

Sanki prodigy'im ve yıl doksan altı
Bakışlarımda umut noksan artık
Gözlerim çok sarardı
Dogdugun sokaklarda refleks olan her ne varsa sürüklüyor depresyona

Elbet sona varmak istemeyen yoluna çıkar bavulsuz
Ya ruhsuz dönerler ya mutsuz
Hatıralar avutsun seni
Mahallen abes masallarla yeni bi kafes tasarlar nasılsa
Sakızcasına çigneyip dur palavran hustle'sa

Nazardan sakınmak için en kurşun-i rengini giy ceketlerinin
Şehir koca bi kanvas
Her günah bi fırça darbesi
Sırça köşklerindeki kırk haram yesinler halkı hırsa gark edip

Tırsak affedişlerimle ıslanan zemin ve ayaklarım çırılçıplak
Inşa edemiyorum
Bana ögrettikleri şey kırıp yıkmak
Bu şehir sırıttıkça gömleklerim sırılsıklam

Böylesine bi kabus yaratmamıştı beynim hiç
Sanki yönetmeni david lynch
Renkli hayallerini eder gri şehrin piç
Bozulur keyfin

Böylesine bi kabus yaratmamıştı beynim hiç
Sanki yönetmeni david lynch
Renkli hayallerini eder gri şehrin piç
Bozulur keyfin

Bizi yok etmek isteyen bi gezegende bu hırçınlık nefs-i müdafa
Bogazına yapışman gerekenlerin hepsi zürafa sanki
Omzunda eski bi dava taşırken etti mübala
Şükürler olsun işledigimiz onca renkli günaha

Gamzedeyim deva bulmam
Yine de zayıflık çıkarma lütfen tevazumdan!
Hayat siyah beyaz filmlerden uzaktır eger ne suçlu ne masumsan
Aldanma fena bunlar

Keza kumdan kalelere mahkumsan eza durmaz
Yer sinsidir,feza kurnaz
Medar-ı iftiharı mesafeyse sevdaların
Bırak kalsın! yalnızlıgıma bel baglarım

Hem göçüp gidenleri andım bu akşam,hem sagları
Ve yokladım zihnimdeki tenhaları
Bu ne çıldırtan denge?
Her yanım paramparça ben saglamım

Böylesine bi kabus yaratmamıştı beynim hiç
Sanki yönetmeni david lynch
Renkli hayallerini eder gri şehrin piç
Bozulur keyfin

Böylesine bi kabus yaratmamıştı beynim hiç
Sanki yönetmeni david lynch
Renkli hayallerini eder gri şehrin piç
Bozulur keyfin

David Lynch (Elegy for Prodigy)

Like I'm Prodigy, and the year is '96, babe
Hope is lacking in my gaze now
My eyes have yellowed so much
Everything that was once a reflex in the streets where I was born drags me into depression

Eventually, those who don't want the road to end, set out without luggage
They return either soulless or unhappy
Let memories comfort you, my love
The neighborhood will design a new cage with absurd tales anyway
Chewing on lies like gum if the hustle is all they crave

Wear the deepest shade of lead in your jackets to protect yourself from the evil eye
The city is a giant canvas, dear
Every sin a brushstroke
Let the forty haram in their glass mansions devour the people, drowning them in greed

The ground soaked with my cowardly apologies, and my feet are bare
I can't build, darling
All they taught me was to break and destroy
As this city grins, my shirts are soaked

My brain had never created such a nightmare
As if David Lynch directed it
The grey city's bastard makes your colorful dreams grey
Your joy is spoiled, honey

My brain had never created such a nightmare
As if David Lynch directed it
The grey city's bastard makes your colorful dreams grey
Your joy is spoiled, honey

On a planet that wants to destroy us, this ferocity is self-defense, my dear
Everyone you need to grab by the throat seems like a giraffe
Carrying an old cause on his shoulder, he exaggerated
Thank God for all the colorful sins we committed

I'm in a dimple, I can't find a cure
Still, don't show weakness, please, from my humility!
Life is far from black and white movies if you're neither guilty nor innocent, love
Don't be fooled, they're bad

Because if you're doomed to sandcastles, the torment doesn't stop
The earth is insidious, space is cunning
If the pride of loves is distance
Let it be! I'll tie my hopes to my loneliness

I remembered both those who passed away this evening and the living
And I checked the solitudes in my mind
What a maddening balance is this?
I'm intact, while everything around me is shattered

My brain had never created such a nightmare
As if David Lynch directed it
The grey city's bastard makes your colorful dreams grey
Your joy is spoiled, honey

My brain had never created such a nightmare
As if David Lynch directed it
The grey city's bastard makes your colorful dreams grey
Your joy is spoiled, honey