Текст и перевод песни BLØF - Wennen Aan September

Wennen Aan September

Ze koopt haar bloemen zelf
Ze hoopt dat dan de lente aan komt waaien.
Maar diep vanbinnen weet ze wel, dat ze verwelken in een handomdraai.
Dat het water troebel wordt, dat ze hun hoofden laten hangen
The colour of anything, is buried underneath the the smell of sunlight.
And the moon that lies beneath
Hides the bitter truth.
That drowning in a bed of blooms, is better than the lies.
That slide from singers and the songs that slip their teeth.
Bij het vallen van de avond
Verlangt hij naar een spoor
Van een belofte in haar woorden
Dat weet hij wel
En de dagen blijven rennen
De kalender is een spel
Het is wennen aan September
Al zo snel.
Ze kijken naar elkaar, en ze vrijen met hun ogen wijder open dan ze ooit hebben gedaan.
Voor haar voelt het als hoop
Maar ze ziet dat het voor hem.
Meer een kwestie is van noodzaak door de stilte in haar stem.
All the summer′s falling down,
And the sun is on the ground
Falling upon a pile of photographs,
And the days flame out.
In the dark among the ashes
On this calender-go-round
I got older in September
And there's no way out
De bomen worden kaler
(Autumn′s falling down, around)
Zijn dromen bladeren vooruit
(The leaves are blowing eastward into town)
Als naar het eind van een verhaal
Haar warmte tevergeefs
(All your life you had the things you lose)
Zijn armen leger dan hij nu kan hebben
(The things you keep, the things you wish you'd never left behind)
Ooit had hij het allemaal.
Bij het vallen van de avond
And the summer's falling down
Sleept haar hart zich voort
And her heart is on the ground
Ze wil terug maar gaat toch door
A breath of wind among the photographs.
Dat weet ze wel
And the days fade out.
Heeft ze hem ooit leren kennen?
In the dark among the endings
Waren ze wel bij elkaar?
On this calender-go-round
Het is wennen aan september
Heading west into September
And the lights go down...
And the lights go down...
Veel te vroeg dit jaar

Getting Used to September

She buys her own flowers,
Hoping that spring will blow in.
But deep down she knows that they will wilt in an instant.
That the water will grow murky, that they will hang their heads.
The color of anything, is buried underneath the smell of sunlight.
And the moon that lies beneath
Hides the bitter truth.
That drowning in a bed of blooms, is better than the lies.
That slide from singers and the songs that slip their teeth.
At the fall of evening
He yearns for a trace
Of a promise in her words
He knows that well
And the days keep running
The calendar is a game
It is getting used to September
All too soon.
They look at each other, and they make love with their eyes wider open than they ever have before.
To her it feels like hope
But she sees that for him.
It is more a matter of necessity through the silence in her voice.
All the summer′s falling down,
And the sun is on the ground
Falling upon a pile of photographs,
And the days flame out.
In the dark among the ashes
On this calender-go-round
I got older in September
And there's no way out
The trees are getting barer
(Autumn′s falling down, around)
His dreams are leaves ahead of time
(The leaves are blowing eastward into town)
As to the end of a story
Her warmth in vain
(All your life you had the things you lose)
His arms are emptier than he now can bear
(The things you keep, the things you wish you'd never left behind)
Once he had it all.
At the fall of evening
And the summer's falling down
Her heart drags on
And her heart is on the ground
She wants to go back but keeps going
A breath of wind among the photographs.
She knows that well
And the days fade out.
Did she ever get to know him?
In the dark among the endings
Were they ever together?
On this calender-go-round
It is getting used to September
Heading west into September
And the lights go down...
And the lights go down...
Much too early this year