Текст и перевод песни Richard Müller - Chelsea hotel

Chelsea hotel

Cítim len ďaleké klaksóny žltých taxíkov
A dáma so závojom si ťahá po chodbe psíkov
Tak ďaleko od všetkého čo má jasný smer
Kde všetky šípky mieria na sever
V tej izbe 432 chýba iba 1.0 a štart!
Veď toto mesto je predurčené na hazard
V hoteli čo napísal už toľko strán do dejín
A mnohí veľkí sa tu tíško podeli
Pred oknom schody smiešne nalepené na domy
Posteľ tá smutná milenka mi srdce nezlomí
Len hudba mojich krokov po lesklých parketách
A vlastná tvár v zrkadle Áno stále tá
Tu Mr. Miller ten dobrý imidž môjho rodu
Šesť rokov písal slová ktoré večne pôjdu
A Hendrixovi struny lačne krvavili prsty
A Dylan Thomas zrazu prestal si byť istý
Ten chlapík spláchol život čistou whiskou
Sem nasťahovať sa som si riskol
Tak strašne podobať sa chcem všetkým
A ešte stále neviem pred kým
Pred kým s tých mnohých hlasno zrážam päty
A kto najviac z nich mi je svätý
Nože môj všetko ti dám čo kedy chcel si
Na dvadsiatej tretej v hoteli Chelsea!
Tu je ten chrám kde vždy opití jeli
Tvoji agenti strážni anjeli
Bez krídel a s nemou otázkou v dychu
Strácali bezostyšne panenskú pýchu
Neholili tvár a roky nečistili zuby
Bolo im jedno kto kedy koho prečo ľúbi
A ty si bez pardónu striedal zimy letá
A neomylne snímal všetky hriechy sveta
Si ďaleko a vysoko tam hore
Tu liečili sa duše notoricky choré
Ako rád by som sa medzi ne votrel
Na zemi tam dole at the Chelsea Hotel!

Chelsea Hotel

I can only hear the distant honking of yellow taxis
And a lady with a veil is walking her dogs down the hallway
So far away from everything that has a clear direction
Where all the arrows point north
In that room 432 there's only 1.0 and start!
Because this city is destined for gambling
In a hotel that has written so many pages into history
And many great ones have quietly shared here
Outside the window are stairs stuck on the houses in a funny way
The sad mistress bed won't break my heart
Only the music of my steps on the shiny parquet
And my own face in the mirror Yes still the same
Here Mr. Miller with that good image of my family
Six years he wrote words that will always live on
And Hendrix's strings eagerly bled his fingers
And Dylan Thomas suddenly wasn't sure of anything
That guy flushed his life down with pure whiskey
I risked moving in here
I so badly want to look like them
And I still don't know who
Who of the many I loudly clink glasses with
And who of them is the holiest to me
Come on my darling I'll give you everything you've ever wanted
On the twenty-third in the Chelsea Hotel!
Here is the temple where they always rode drunk
Your agents guardian angels
Without wings and with a silent question on their breath
They shamelessly lost their virgin pride
They didn't shave their faces and didn't clean their teeth for years
They didn't care who, when, who or why anyone loved
And you changed winters to summers without asking for forgiveness
And infallibly photographed all the sins of the world
You are far away and high up there
Here they treated souls that were notoriously ill
How I would love to force myself between them
Down on earth at the Chelsea Hotel!