Текст и перевод песни Gudrun Gut - Firething

Firething

[Anita:]
What did you think when you saw his hands?

[Gudrun:]
I wondered if they could kill people

[Anita:]
Yeah, it's always like that
Why are you crying?
Why are you crying?

[Gudrun:]
There's a girl going blind on TV

[Anita:]
Yeah, "Little House on the Prairie"

[Gudrun:]
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?

[Anita:]
How he lets me use his firething
His firething, his firething

How his hands melt clean like a good father's
Like Gregory Peck's, how his eyes held things
And the candles shined, the lips of his mouth
And how something sparkled in them

[Gudrun:]
I know he was home when you telephoned
He is passive-aggressive
He hates women

[Anita:]
His touch opens worlds, it rages, it riots, it reveals not too much, me neither
It's a sexy zig-zag, it's Salman Rushdie, it's fugitive in my blood

[Gudrun:]
He won't cure you of your memories
And he might give you pictures you can never shake

[Anita:]
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething

[Gudrun:]
Optional firething

[Anita:]
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething, his firething, firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething, his firething
How he lets me use his firething, firething
How he lets me use his firething, his firething, his firething

[Gudrun:]
He lets you use his lighter

Chose-feu

[Anita:]
Qu'as-tu pensé en voyant ses mains ?

[Gudrun:]
Je me suis demandé si elles pouvaient tuer des gens

[Anita:]
Oui, c'est toujours comme ça
Pourquoi pleures-tu ?
Pourquoi pleures-tu ?

[Gudrun:]
Il y a une fille qui devient aveugle à la télé

[Anita:]
Oui, "La Petite Maison dans la Prairie"

[Gudrun:]
A quoi penses-tu ?
A quoi penses-tu ?

[Anita:]
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Son chose-feu, son chose-feu

Comment ses mains fondent propres comme celles d'un bon père
Comme celles de Gregory Peck, comment ses yeux tenaient des choses
Et les bougies brillaient, les lèvres de sa bouche
Et comment quelque chose scintillait en elles

[Gudrun:]
Je sais qu'il était à la maison quand tu as téléphoné
Il est passif-agressif
Il déteste les femmes

[Anita:]
Son toucher ouvre des mondes, il rage, il se révolte, il ne révèle pas trop, moi non plus
C'est un zig-zag sexy, c'est Salman Rushdie, c'est fugitif dans mon sang

[Gudrun:]
Il ne te guérira pas de tes souvenirs
Et il pourrait te donner des images que tu ne pourras jamais effacer

[Anita:]
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu

[Gudrun:]
Chose-feu facultatif

[Anita:]
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu, son chose-feu, chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu, son chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu, chose-feu
Comment il me laisse utiliser son chose-feu, son chose-feu, son chose-feu

[Gudrun:]
Il te laisse utiliser son briquet