Magyar és angol dalszöveg fordítások oldal 1

Light of Your Cutie Mark

Where is she going now?
Well, what do you think?! Come! Let's go after her!
Wait, I'm coming too!
 
Cutie Mark Crusaders, out of my way!
I'm a prophet of the truth and I'm the only one who knows it well
Stop! Diamond Tiara, don't run away yet!
We know that you are good, and not the enemy!
 
You don't know me, no, not at all!
You don't know, what my defect is
What will my family say if I lose?
How will they look at me?
 
I'm a Diamond, therefore I'll never break
It doesn't matter how I achieve my goals
I'm willing to do anything
If it helps me win in the end
 
Stop! This isn't the right answer!
Wait! Everything is different!
Look! You have a chance to take back the power
But only if you are gentle!
 
We know that you want your old friends
Their admiration, with you standing in the middle
But there's a better way
There is a better way!
 
There are many thing about yourself which you don't know
Light is pouring out of you, we know that you still crave the good
You can still stop and do something else
Come, the brightness awaits you!
And then look: The light of your Cutie Mark is shining already!
 

Herzeg Bosnia

Herzeg-Bosnia, don't give up
Don't give up, everything is possible
 
If I die this night, this night at midnight
Don't cry for me, dear mother, dear mother, or lady
 
Don't cry at my grave, but be proud of me
Decorate our graves in the Neretva, throw a flower
 
Herzeg-Bosnia, don't give up
Don't give up, everything is possible
 

For the first time

Look at the sun, look at the sky, the sand and the sea in front1
Look at me on ground, I feel so different
Free for the first time, for the first time
Gravity won't let me stand up
 
Look at that fire, its light illuminates and warms too
I want to touch it, but ouch, it won't let me, I get close and it burns
For the first time, for the first time
Everything is clearer, brighter and more uncertain
And I feel like a fish out of water
Gravity won't let me stand up
 
Are we just food?
That is what they see
I was alone underwater
Come on, stand up, Ariel
 
The shoes hurt, the corset tightens, the stitiching pops
If the humans1
 
But if it doesn't stab my heart with anything
Why can it exist here?
If it doesn't whisper anything in my ear
Why should I allow it to make me blind?
 
But if you'll see double of me
Purely in your imagination
Then I'll see double too
Purely in a certain role
And if anything will depend on me
I could take it apart
But if anything will depend on you
I could take it away from you
 
You've known me since a long time, you were created via me
You evolve with me and you wouldn't exist without me
Since you're here inside me and you've taken a lot of damage
I am you, and if you wouldn't exist, I would disappear
 
But if it doesn't stab my heart with anything
Why can it exist here?
If it doesn't whisper anything in my ear
Why should I allow it to make me blind?
 
But if you'll see double of me
Purely in your imagination
Then I'll see double too
Purely in a certain role
And if anything will depend on me
I could take it apart
But if anything will depend on you
I could take it away from you
 
Tell me, why are you inside me?
Tell me, why does it have to be me?
You are dragging me down and we are becoming one
They can't tear us apart
 
But if you'll see double of me
Purely in your imagination
Then I'll see double too
Purely in a certain role
And if anything will depend on me
I could take it apart
But if anything will depend on you
I could take it away from you
 

• 1. Like getting a stroke.
  The lyrics talk about a vein in general, not just veins in the brain.

Your heart is calling

Pick me, please!
Take your pick!
 
Nobody else can be better than us
There's nothing that we wouldn't do, trust us!
We learn, we train, we don' stop!
Let's go then!
 
I'll be the one, who'll fight for you
Where will the road take you? Your heart is calling
So come, your heart is calling!
 
Pokémon!
 

How young we were

Catching eyes of a passing-by stranger,
I see somewhat familiar face...
Did I look like this? Possibly younger...
And so strange - recognizing yourself.
 
There's nothing at all that continues forever.
The youth passes quickly, but stays in the memory.
The age of love and passion,
High hopes and crazy fashion,
Self-righteousness in action,
And genuine mistakes.
 
Warmly greeted by trees and by flowers
We stood tall, feeling equally nice.
Friend's mistakes were excused in an hour
But betrayal we couldn't let pass
 
There's nothing at all that continues forever.
The youth passes quickly, but stays in the memory.
The age of love and passion,
High hopes and crazy fashion,
Self-righteousness in action,
And genuine mistakes.
 
By the time we have done the first round,
It became very clear to survey
In the world, if you want to be found,
Better not loose yourself on the way!
 
There's nothing at all that continues forever.
The youth passes quickly, but stays in the memory.
The age of love and passion,
High hopes and crazy fashion,
Self-righteousness in action,
And genuine mistakes.
 
When our heart comprehends good from evil,
And the wisdom have wrinkled our face.
We remember our favorite people,
We remember - their loving embrace ...
 
There's nothing at all that continues forever.
The youth passes quickly, but stays in the memory.
The age of love and passion,
High hopes and crazy fashion,
Self-righteousness in action,
And genuine mistakes.
 

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Don't feel sad

Home, sweet home, where flowerbed,
Healing water and tasty bread.
Whatever happens, chose to be happy.
For us the best is still ahead
 
Even a prophet is error prone.
Our future remains unknown.
Whatever happens, chose to be happy.
Step outside to greet me home.
 
Morning brings us a sunrise again,
Playing music with gentle rain.
Whatever happens, chose to be happy.
The life is given not in vain.
 
In abundance or in a lack
I will answer - if you just ask.
Whatever happens, chose to be happy.
I promise, I'll be always back.
 

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Little dawnling

A crouched raspberry stem
 
Is swaying
 
On its warm arm
 
A greasy, baggy
 
Piece of paper is snoozing
 
The land is soft, the night is a pearl
 
The dense, braided foliage of a tree
 
The vapour of the mountains quivers
 
On the mounds and my song
 
So I've worked diligently
 
Buzzing like the meadow
 
How light is the sour cherry!
 
The workshop is dark already
 
I'm tired and maybe simple1
 
Or maybe I'm just good
 
And I'm quivering like the grass
 
And like the stars
 

• 1. Dumb.

To Not Give Him My Heart

We would talk
Almost every evening
Turn off the lights
To avoid seeing
How everything fell apart
 
And I felt bad, so I left
To dry off the tears
Not crying
Is all I have
 
Because no one can understand
I would put makeup on, wear masks
To conceal
What was already dead inside
But I always come back
Saying I don't want to be
One of those girls who always seek pain
I swore to myself
To not give him my heart
To not give him my heart
To not give him my heart
 
So I ran away from myself
I remember
How easy it was to carry
Without thinking
About what it was doing to me
 
And the loneliness knocks on the door
Climbs from the window
Until now
It stays and never leaves, because
 
No one can understand
I would put makeup on, wear masks
To conceal
What was already dead inside
But I always come back
Saying I don't want to be
One of those girls who always seek pain
I swore to myself
To not give him my heart
To not give him my heart
To not give him my heart
To not give him my heart
 
Not to be one of those girls who always seek pain
I swore to myself
To not give my heart to him
To not give him my heart
To not give him my heart
 

The Soul Hurts

The silver will tarnish, the gold will blacken,
Both stuff and words are going to run down,
The youth will give a tender smile from inside of the albums,
Taciturn grass will peep out from under the slabs of concrete.
 
Everything in the world will transform, the century will change,
Years will fly by as if from a hill downslope.
Only you, my soul, taken hostage by the harsh life,
Look up from inside, as from a dungeon.
 
The soul hurts, and the heart weeps,
And the earthly path's dust is still in the air,
And the one who loves does not hide tears,
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
And the one who loves does not hide tears,
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
 
Maybe the petals of the bird cherry, or, maybe the snow
Will descend upon your auburn hair.
Soon is the time, when the invisible beast gets sated
And he will go away, leaving the heart without love.
 
The silver will tarnish, the gold will blacken,
Both stuff and words are going to run down,
The youth will give a tender smile from inside of the albums,
And the soul will turn out to be still alive.
 
The soul hurts, and the heart weeps,
And the earthly path's dust is still in the air,
And the one who loves does not hide tears,
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
And the one who loves does not hide tears,
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
 
The soul hurts, and the heart weeps,
And the earthly path's dust is still in the air,
And the one who loves does not hide tears,
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
And the one who loves does not hide tears,
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
 

Spring

It's such a wonderful spring
With the pessimists crying.
 

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Small unhappy things

It's true, I was once hideous
And was true when they called me: a witch
But it doesn't fit any more
I have changed character
And I help those who deal with a complex
Oh, yeah
 
I've always been very good at sorcery
Practiced witchcraft on both this and that
But for several years I have helped everyone in my path
One unhappy, one lonely, one abandoned
(Those poor ones)
 
Small unhappy things, in need, in want
One is poor but in love, one wants to be tall
And do I help? Time after time
 
Those small unhappy things
Who implore, who ask
Yes, they come here in droves - Shouting: 'Do some magic Ursula do some magic!'
And do I help? Don't I just
 
When some poor thing without luck
Hasn't paid his debt
Unfortunately, I had to prove myself a little curt
I have punished those who cheated
But I am otherwise gentle and sweet
To the small unhappy things
 
Ursula: Well, to the deal: I will mix you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. Understood? Three days. Before the sun sets on the third day, you and the prince must kiss each other. And not an ordinary kiss