Dvije Smrti - Scriptor перевод на английский

Dvije Smrti

Brate mili, izgleda da sam umro
Nikad nisam brijo da će bit ovako čudno
Osjećam se budno, al gledam svoje truplo
Izgleda da se moram pomirit s ovakvom sudbom
Nisam reko mami bok, ko da sam brijo da će mi vaš
Dragi bog dati rok da pozdravim bliske
Prije nego se stisnem u stari grob
U lijesu pored tatinog il na nekom novom mjestu

Pričam vam o dvije smrti ko Mattia Pascal il Oliver
Al samo prva od te dvije boli me
Jer druga je uzela samo tijelo
Kobni desert kom je prethodilo glavno jelo
Ljudi znaju bit bezobzirni
I to te ubije kad misliš da si nedodirljiv
A ovo biće je jedno od divnijih
Za nju ni najljepši pridjevi nisu dovoljno iznimni
I nije da sam sklon relativiziranju
Al svaka lijepa riječ relativizira nju
I sada znate tko me prvi ubio
Pričo sam sa sudbinom i smijala se podrugljivo

A druga smrt je bila gruba
Al nježnija od prve jer prva je bila ljubav
Prva je bila tuga, druga je bila sudar
Vozila je druga jer prva je pila čuda, a druga je bila luda
I ne znam jel kriva doza il pogrešna dijagnoza
Al prizor je zbilja grozan
Proliven mozak, prosuo sam pamet
Izvan vozila jer koza je vozila usred poziva
Danas jesi, sutra nisi, sutra nisam
Na ručku ni na večeri jer sam presto disat
I za kraj umjesto bisa
Vidim dvjesto lica u odjecima ženskog vriska

Two Deaths

My dear brother, it seems I'm dead
Never thought it would be so strange
I feel awake, but I'm looking at my own corpse
It seems I have to come to terms with this fate
I didn't say goodbye to Mom, like I thought our
Dear God would give me time to say goodbye to my loved ones
Before I get squeezed into an old grave
In the coffin next to Dad's or in some new place

I'm telling you about two deaths like Mattia Pascal or Oliver
But only the first of the two hurts me
Because the second only took my body
A fatal dessert preceded by the main course
People can be ruthless
And it kills you when you think you're untouchable
And this creature is one of the most wonderful
Even the most beautiful adjectives are not enough for her
And it's not that I'm prone to relativism
But every beautiful word relativizes her
And now you know who killed me first
I talked to fate, and she laughed mockingly

And the second death was rough
But gentler than the first because the first was love
The first was sadness, the second was a collision
She drove the second because the first was drinking miracles, and the second was crazy
And I don't know if it was the wrong dose or the wrong diagnosis
But the sight is truly horrible
Spilled brain, I spilled my mind
Out of the vehicle because the goat was driving in the middle of a call
Today you are, tomorrow you are not, tomorrow I am not
Neither for lunch nor for dinner because I stopped breathing
And for the ending instead of an encore
I see two hundred faces in the echoes of a woman's scream