Текст и перевод песни Aija Andrejeva - Melnā korsete

Melnā korsete

Ir vakars vēls,
Un apraso kā glāze,
Nāk mēness glaudīt,
Naktī melno ādu,
Bet čaklām rokām izmisums,
Sāk sirdī stādīt
Melnus sāpju stādus.
Es smoku nakts melnajā korsetē
Un dīvainākais, ka tu esi te.
Es smoku nakts melnajā korestē,
Un dīvainākais ka tu esi te.
Prāts iemeslus meklē,
Kā sēņotāji sēnes,
Bet dvēselei ir acis cieši sietas,
Spīd sārts un pilnasīgs mēness,
Tik nekautrīgs un nekust ne no vietas.
Es smoku nakts melnajā korsetē,
Un dīvainākais, ka tu esi te.
Es smoku nakts melnajā korsetē,
Un dīvainākais, ka tu esi te.
Cik sabiezēts,
Cik smacīgs,
Samta gaiss.
Un bēniņos cik dobji pulsē zvans,
Cik teatrāls šis izmisums es teiktu,
Cik uzspēlēts, ja nebūtu tas pants,
Cik teatrāls, ja nebūtu tas pants.

Black Corset

It's late at night,
And you're steaming like a glass,
The moon comes to caress,
Black skin in the night,
But with diligent hands despair,
Begins to plant in the heart
Black seedlings of pain.
I'm suffocating in the black corset of the night
And the strangest thing is that you are here.
I'm suffocating in the black corset of the night,
And the strangest thing is that you are here.
My mind searches for reasons,
Like mushroom pickers searching for mushrooms,
But my soul has its eyes tightly closed,
The moon shines red and full,
So shameless and unmoving.
I'm suffocating in the black corset of the night,
And the strangest thing is that you are here.
I'm suffocating in the black corset of the night,
And the strangest thing is that you are here.
How thick,
How suffocating,
The velvet air.
And in the attic how hollowly the clock bell tolls,
How theatrical this despair I would say,
How feigned, if it were not for this verse,
How theatrical, if it were not for this verse.