Warum All This Black Stuff? - Ulf Lundell перевод на английский

Warum All This Black Stuff?

Warum all this black stuff? Sa jag till sorgen
Hon som satt p terminalens golv
Warum all this black stuff? Sg r det bekant
Att nrsomhelst nu kan klockan sl tolv
Warum all this black stuff? Va ere fr case
Ere ingenting p nt ikvll
Kom lt oss bedra dom kantiga
Warum all this black stuff? Jag vill ha kul
P det hr rets sista satans dag
Jag vill ha i mej den sprit
Jag inte hunnit med
Kom och gr mej hjlpls och svag
Droppa floret, kasta masken
Du ser ut som du svalt en bomb
Den hr natten r en frggrann tromb
Du frstr, jag stod dr utan papper
Eller nnting alls
Jag tnkte: Jag mste ha gtt p en vals
Dom gav mej en trasa sa: Torka lille vn! Torka tills det skiner som en veckopeng! Jag torka ett r, kanske tillochmed tv
Sen gick jag till en krring som sa sejkunna sp
Och hon sa: Kp en gitarr och sl dej ut
Och gr inte det s skaffa krut
S nu r jag hr med fickorna fulla av krut
Och jag r inte det minsta skygg
Jag r som en blandning av Bosse Larsson
Och Notre-Dames puckelrygg
Kungen r p cirkus, regeringen har kramp
Och frsvaret har grvt ner sej i en grop
Kom lt oss bedra dom kantiga
Vi mste verrsta deras hop
Du kanske att du r fr gammal fr snt hr
Men det r frst nu man frstr sej pt
Ta och glm bort dina tonrsmopeder nu
Ska det va s frbannat svrt? Jag har inget till vers fr hyckleri
Eller choser eller ltsasliv
Kom lt oss bedra dom kantiga
Vi kan vl gra det bara p pin kiv? Titta in genom vartenda fnster i natt
S ser du mera gldje n sorg
Du kanske tycker dom r galna
Det tycker inte jag
Men du r som en de borg
Sprng skiten i luften
Och befria dej sjlv
Jag vet att du r vrldens t

Why All This Black Stuff?

Why all this black stuff? I said to the worry
Who was sitting on the terminal floor
Why all this black stuff? She said it's alright
That at any moment now the clock can strike twelve
Why all this black stuff? What's the case
Is there nothing on tonight?
Come on, let's deceive the sharp ones
Why all this black stuff? I want to have fun
On this very last satanic day
I want to have that shot in me
I haven't had time for
Come and make me helpless and weak
Drop the veil, cast off the mask
You look like you've swallowed a bomb
This night is a multicolored whirlwind
You see, I was there without any papers
Or anything at all
I thought: I must have been at a waltz
They gave me a rag and said: Wipe, little friend! Wipe until it shines like a weekly penny! I wiped a year, maybe even two
Then I went to a fortune teller who said she could predict
And she said: Buy a guitar and knock yourself out
And if you don't do that, get gunpowder
So now I'm here with pockets full of gunpowder
And I'm not shy at all
I'm like a mixture of Bosse Larsson
And Notre-Dame's hunchback
The king is at the circus, the government has cramps
And the defense has dug itself into a hole
Come on, let's deceive the sharp ones
We must defeat their hope
You may think you're too old for this
But it's only now that you understand it
Forget about your teenage mopeds now
Should it be so damned hard? I have no patience for hypocrisy
Or fantasies or phony life
Come on, let's deceive the sharp ones
Can we do it just for the heck of it? Look through every window tonight
And you'll see more joy than sorrow
You may think they're crazy
I don't think so
But you're like a prison
Blow the shit up
And liberate yourself
I know you're crazy as hell