Текст и перевод песни The Stranglers - Choosey Susie (1996 - Remaster)

Choosey Susie (1996 - Remaster)

Akogare o ima tsukanda
Daikansei no namari ni kokochiyoku utareta nara
Saa tobikomou
Ashita kara umarekawaru to ka dareka ga mikiritsuketa to ka
Kono machi no sutairu to ka
Sonna mono ni nagasaretsuzukete kado no toreta genseki ni wa
Kitto daremo you wa nai
Fushigi to tobira no mukou ni wa V.I.P nanoru yatsu wa naku
Daremo ga kunou no hate sa
Akogare o ima tsukanda
Mi o yudanereba ii kaji wa kono te ni
Mittsu kazoete the show time
Daikansei no namari ni kokochiyoku utareta nara
Saa tobikomou
Shita o mite warau yori mo ue o mite zetsubou shitai
"Motto" kuchiguse ga ii
Oto ni suuji o tsuketagaru kyuukaku ni taketa ano hito e
Ima ore wa ikutsu dai? kikasete
Fushigi to tobira no mukou ni wa V.I.P nanoru yatsu wa naku
Daremo ga kunou no hate sa ore mo
Sutakkaato ni kizanda
Hagireyoku aruita michi ja nai kedo
Sotto negai o kometa
Ano hi no shounen wa ima kono keshiki nani, omou darou?
Saa uchinuke
Akogare o ima tsukanda
Mi o yudanereba ii kaji wa kono te ni
Mittsu kazoete the show time
Daikansei no namari ni kokochiyoku utareta nara
Saa tobikomou

Choosey Susie (1996 - Remaster)

You now have your aspirations in your grasp
If you're comfortably lulled into a false sense of accomplishment
Then go ahead and dive in
Some people may think of starting over tomorrow, or something like that
Or the style of this city
If you let things like that determine your path, you'll end up at a dead end
I certainly hope not
It's strange that beyond the door, there's not a single pretentious VIP
We're all just a bunch of losers
You now have your aspirations in your grasp
If you let yourself relax, this tiller will be in your own hands
Count to three, and it's showtime
If you're comfortably lulled into a false sense of accomplishment
Then go ahead and dive in
I'd rather look up to the sky and despair than look at my feet and laugh
The catchphrase "more" is one you use often
To that arrogant snob who's always measuring music by numbers and never by feeling, I say
How old am I now? Tell me
It's strange that beyond the door, there's not a single pretentious VIP
We're all just a bunch of losers, me too
Carved into the scar tissue
It's not the path I set out on
But I prayed a silent prayer
I wonder what the boy I was that day is thinking of this scenery now
Come on, break free
You now have your aspirations in your grasp
If you let yourself relax, this tiller will be in your own hands
Count to three, and it's showtime
If you're comfortably lulled into a false sense of accomplishment
Then go ahead and dive in