Visoka pesem - Mi2 перевод на английский

Visoka pesem

Saj ne vem kak bi začel tole moje potovanje
Skozi temo zrem v neke čudne sanje
Iz tišine, iz črnine in globine
Zbudi me prvi vdih z občutkom bolečine.
Pride slika, zvok priplava iz daljave
Topla odeja, nos pobožajo vonjave
V roki je toplina, tvoja dlan jo stiska k sebi
Daj ne joči, vidiš da prihajam k tebi.
Daš mi piti in otreš mi kapljo sline
Trudno ti pomignem za požirek vina
V sobo stopajo vsi moji, me objemajo, bodrijo
Spet je noč in radio igra mi mojo melodijo.
Z vsakim dnem sem boljši, sam se vstanem, oblečem
Zbogom bergle in kateter, ščijem in sem srečen
Na obletnici mi vnuk opeva vse mejnike
Ko na zidu powerpoint predvaja neke stare slike.
Upam spit mal več, z vsako kupco sem bolj trezen
In pod noč, ko se zbudim, sem vedno majčkeno nalezen
Penzija prihaja, cene zlagoma kopnijo
Drug za drugim mi prijatelji ponovno oživijo.
Ne le oni, žal iz groba dvignejo barabo
Ki nam bo zdaj še desetletja sral na glavo
Ej glupost človeška, res nimaš meje
Ampak jaz sem zopet živ in to je to kar šteje.
RIF
Na moj prvi dan v službi se objemamo, slavimo
V startu mam fajn položaj, mi dajo odpravnino
Ti deluješ vedno mlajše, že se ljubiva v mraku
Skočiva s padalom in obiščeva Monako.
Prvi špil našega benda je v razprodani hali
Narod poje vse komade, kot bi jih od nekdaj znali
Cvet novinark nas oblega, naskakuje
še komerc programi nas vrte kot kake tuje.
Deca pridejo domov, spet vozim karavana
Naš Runo izkoplje kup kosti, leta zakopanih
Od tujcev kupimo par bank, zapufanih nad mero
Za dobrobit nas vseh Gianni zaključi kariero.
Hodim v gorco, ob nedeljah tarokiram
Kmal po zimi imam trgatev, parkrat letno demonstriram
Dan državnosti slavim z na pol obešeno zastavo
V opomin na čas, ko smo si zjebali državo.
Pleša upada, mišice se mi krepijo
Zmir manj plomb imam in skoraj nulto dioptrijo
Ti se še kar mladiš, pogosteje te vzamem
Nov album gre v promet za med še preden ga posnamemo.
Brezposelnost kopni, tajkuni vračajo kredite
Industrija raste, afere so prikrite
Amerika še vedno po svetu dela sranje
Za hčerko pride sin, zdaj misliva le nanju.
RIF
Tazadnji del poti je valjda najbolj lep, brezbrižen
Ni panike, ni bolečin, če že, pa hitro minejo
študentska soba je moj dom, praznina v moji glavi
S sosedom ustanovima bend in sanjava o slavi.
Po kratki vojni pot lastne države je končana
Zgubimo samostojnost a dobimo pol Jadrana
Spet imamo dobro muziko in v košarki slavimo
Ni demokracije, se pa dosti več smejimo.
Spijem lahko, kolko hočem, pa še funkcioniram
Vsak dan v istih kavbojkah, pa se sploh ne sekiram
Dol mi visi za inflacijo, okolje
Al se prav reče oljčno ali pač olivno olje.
Čas pa drvi z nezaslišano brzino
Pade sneg, pade Križaj, pade poljub pred kinom
Moja starša, vitka, mlada, se mi zdita grozno stara
In za rojstni dan je tu prva akustična kitara.
Žoga pri pouku, Alan Ford v šolski torbi
Bolj, kakor učiteljem, verjamem Riblji čorbi. na Mundialu v Španiji smo v vlogi favoritov
Da ohranil bi nam mir se prebudi naš Tito.
Nemir pred odraščanjem zamenja smeh otroški
Stopim iz tricikla, že ves dan visim na joški
Na koncu zlezem tja kamor pošiljamo se z bendom
Kot vsaka dobra stvar se vse zaključi s happy endom

High Song

I don't even know how to begin this journey of mine
Through the darkness, I gaze into strange dreams
From the silence, from the blackness and the depths
The first breath awakens me with a feeling of pain.
An image comes, a sound floats from afar
A warm blanket, scents caress my nose
Warmth in my hand, your palm presses it to you
Don't cry, you see I'm coming to you.
You give me a drink and wipe a drop of drool from my chin
With difficulty, I gesture for a sip of wine
My family enters the room, they embrace me, encourage me
It's night again and the radio plays my melody.
With each day I get better, I get up, I dress myself
Goodbye crutches and catheter, I pee and I'm happy
On the anniversary, my grandson sings about all the milestones
As the powerpoint on the wall plays some old pictures.
I hope to drink a little more, with each glass I'm more sober
And at night, when I wake up, I'm always a little tipsy
Retirement is coming, prices are gradually dropping
One by one, my friends are coming back to life.
Not just them, unfortunately, they raise a scoundrel from the grave
Who will now shit on our heads for decades
Hey human stupidity, you really have no limits
But I'm alive again and that's what matters.
CHORUS
On my first day at work, we hug and celebrate
From the start, I have a good position, they give me severance pay
You look younger and younger, we already make love in the twilight
We jump with a parachute and visit Monaco.
Our band's first gig is in a sold-out hall
The people sing all the songs as if they've known them forever
A flower of journalists besieges us, attacks us
Even commercial programs play us like some foreigners.
The kids come home, I drive the caravan again
Our Runo digs up a bunch of bones, buried for years
We buy a couple of banks from foreigners, puffed up beyond measure
For the good of all of us, Gianni ends his career.
I go to the mountains, play cards on Sundays
Shortly after winter I have a harvest, I demonstrate a few times a year
I celebrate Statehood Day with a half-hung flag
As a reminder of the time when we fucked up the country.
My baldness is receding, my muscles are getting stronger
I have fewer and fewer fillings and almost zero diopters
You're still getting younger, I take you more often
The new album goes on sale for honey before we even record it.
Unemployment is falling, tycoons are repaying loans
Industry is growing, affairs are covered up
America is still screwing up the world
A son comes for my daughter, now we only think of them.
CHORUS
The last part of the journey is of course the most beautiful, carefree
No panic, no pain, if there is, it passes quickly
The student room is my home, emptiness in my head
With my neighbor, we form a band and dream of fame.
After a short war, the journey of our own country is over
We lose our independence but we get half of the Adriatic
We have good music again and we celebrate in basketball
There is no democracy, but we laugh a lot more.
I can drink as much as I want and still function
Every day in the same jeans, and I don't even care
I don't give a damn about inflation, the environment
Or whether it's called olive oil or olive oil.
Time rushes by with unheard-of speed
Snow falls, Križaj falls, a kiss falls in front of the cinema
My parents, slim, young, seem terribly old to me
And for my birthday, here is the first acoustic guitar.
A ball in class, Alan Ford in my school bag
I believe Riblja čorba more than the teachers. At the World Cup in Spain, we are in the role of favorites
Our Tito awakens to keep us peace.
The restlessness before growing up is replaced by childish laughter
I step out of the tricycle, I hang on the nipple all day long
In the end, I climb up to where we send ourselves with the band
Like any good thing, it all ends with a happy ending