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Ekin Ekinci - Gel Artık dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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Come Back Here Now

there is some sadness in hand
which exile is this ?
a murrain on you
blowing up your provision
 
what'd happen if you ravage
how much is your crime
your damage is just to yourself
you are only ash for me
 
Leave me alone
Please leave me alone
Because i still love you
I cant believe you again
 
Leave me alone
Please leavme alone
Because i cant stand without you
I have loved you when my chilhood
 
Your are a stranger there
You are far from your house
I dont care my pride
Come back here now
 
Air have gone black
It will rain soon
İt's really late
I'm victim
 
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Summer Evening (July 1927)

My little finger writes a poem,
pale magnolia looks in through the window;
in the glass, the evening wine sparkles darkly,
reflecting my lover's hair and face.
 
Summer night has scattered its sparse stars,
youthful memory is fragrant in the moonlit leaves...
Soon, my little finger, we will be rot and dust -
the day after tomorrow - tomorrow - maybe even today.
 
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From the blue Hills we come

From the blue Hills we
come
Our teacher is just as stupid as we are
With the glasses on the nose
He looks like an Easter bunny
From the blue Hills we
come
 
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
 
From the blue Hills we
come
Our teacher is just as stupid as we are
With a bald on his head
Does he look like grandma's pot?
From the blue Hills we
come
 
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
 
From the blue Hills we
come
Our teacher is just as stupid as we are
With the chalk in his hand
He looks like an elephant
From the blue Hills we
come
 
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
 
From the blue Hills we
come
Our teacher is just as nice as we are
Don't gives us bad marks
Because we have it
forbidden
From the blue Hills we
come
 
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
 
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yay Sing yeah yeah yippie yippie yeah yeah yippie yippie yay
 
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Lost happiness

1.
I no longer hurry to the spring in the evening.
I know nobody eagerly awaits me there any more.
My love married someone else,
and the beloved star that lit this place went dark.
 
(chorus)
This lost happiness, this lost happiness,
who will return it to me now,
so that I could meet the morning
beaming like a grey nightingale?
 
2.
Nightingales no longer chirp in the cherry trees,
only the cuckoo suffers in its loneliness.
Only a silver bridge across the spring
is still waiting for us to come back there.
 
(chorus)
 
3.
O wind, please help me understand!
How could my bitter heart be cured?
Or is happiness still awaiting me
in some faraway place?
 
(chorus)
 

Black turning into blue

Versions: #6
Coming out of the club, has been a good time
Stinking of booze, I'm wrecked, it's a nice life,
Stepping over Schnapps-corpses (Schnapps= strong German liquor) that are decomposing in my way,
I see the rats stuffing themselves in the shadows of the Kebab shops,
Wading through the vomit at the Kotti (Cotbusser Tor, 'Kotti'= place in Berlin known for drug selling), junkies are dazed, behave badly, posh guy of the scene in desperate search of that scene,
Pierced Girls that want me to read Straßenfeger (Straßenfeger lit. Street cleaner, a newspaper sold by the homeless in Berlin)
 
Half past five, my eyes are burning,
I step on a guy sleeping between dead pigeons,
Hysterical chicks screaming and are panicking cause at the corner there's stress between Tarek and Sam,
Tarek says: shut the fuck up or I'll beat your face up,
Sam is shitting his pants but has to respond sth-
The red soup drips on the asphalt,
I'm getting nauseous, I close my jacket cause it's cold.
 
(Chorus)
Good Morning Berlin!
You can be so ugly, so dirty, so grey,
You can be so beautifully horrible,
Your nights eat me up,
It'll probably be the best for me to go home and get some sleep,
And while I'm walking through the streets, slowly,
Black turns into Blue
 
Tired phantoms in the neon lights,
With deep wrinkles on their faces,
The morning shift is silent, everybody to himself,
Anger comes up cause the bus doesn't come...
And everywhere there's shit, you'd actually have to float!
Everybody has a dog but nobody to talk to,
I always breath through my mouth, that's part of my life,
I feel sickly, need sth pure against it
 
I have a heavy head, I need some juice,
I have an urgent desire for 'Bagdad's Baking goods'
It's warm in there, that's where I let go and dream,
With Fatima, the cute bakery girl,
RnB ballads are blasting from parked Mercedes,
End of shift for the street gangs,
A hooligan lies in a woman's arms and cries,
Well this city isn't as tough as you think
 
(Chorus)
 
Good Morning Berlin,
I'm broken and I wipe your dust out of my eyes,
You're not beautiful and you know it,
Your panorama perverted,
You're not even pretty from afar,
But the sun is slowly rising,
And I know that if I want to or not,
I need you to breath