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Murat Kekilli - Yandı Bu Yürek dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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This Heart Burned

I am sick of loneliness in this city,
I live in syndroms where you are not.
This heart burned, burned,
The flame is lighted out.
I did not have a love affair,
I still have a fire inside.
I am tired of being alone in this city,
My soul laughed, I did not smell it once.
 
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Az előadó további dalszöveg fordításait megtalálhatod a következő linken: Murat Kekilli


A jobb oldalsávon található népszerű ikonok segítségével megnézheted, meghallgathatod vagy akár online meg is vásárolhatod a Yandı Bu Yürek dalszöveg fordításhoz tartozó zeneszámot.


Az oldalon található "Yandı Bu Yürek" angol nyelvű zeneszöveg magyar fordítás másként dalszöveg fordítás vagy lyrics fordítás csak személyes és oktatási célokra használható fel.
Murat Kekilli dalszövegeinek tulajdon és szerzői joga a szerzőket vagy a szám tulajdonosait illeti.



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The most drunk remix

Drunk more than anyone in the neighbourhood I'm returning home
I know that you wait for me, and though I'm sick in my head
I will share with you every drag
Every puff of the smoke from my mouth to yours
 
Nesteraw:
ash was falling on our laminate floor
the baby all nerves after all, the baby was screaming once more
I was really hurt by the words that you said
when we were discussing all our problems
I'm running in fear, but don't know where
I stumble, fell down and again five times
my hands all in blood from myself I'm running
I'm running almost like Forest Gum, running straight into your hell
you're so naive, thinking about, that I so stupidly getting stuck into my TV
yes, I'm a simple fellow, but I will spend on you all my money and time
don't leave me, don't make me sad
your father sees me as the most horrible creature
I'm afraid to dream
I'm afraid to fall
but if there was a way out somewhere, I would come out to you
 
Drunk more than anyone in the neighbourhood I'm returning home
I know that you wait for me, and though I'm sick in my head
I will share with you every drag
Every puff of the smoke from my mouth to yours
 
Saypink!:
my baby cold again
hands under the shirt
I know, it's so warm there
that it's blowing my mind
you don't love me
stupidly hate me
but while I'm near
your pores breathe me in
don't whine, I'm home again, completely smashed
I'm yours, down with all their numbers
you're shouting again, angry again, the dishes on the floor again
bunny,oh
and I'm in the air plane mode, but I nod my head
I'm shameless, but remember, my heart is with you
 
Drunk more than anyone in the neighbourhood I'm returning home
I know that you wait for me, and though I'm sick in my head
I will share with you every drag
Every puff of the smoke from my mouth to yours
 

I will never be your friend

I was watching you walking always alone in the street
I was going to talk to you, but I was saying to myself 'what, what am I doing now?'
and I was following a shadow inside the crowd
now I am losing you again
I will never, never, never be your friend
I will never, never be
 
I am looking from above at two dots, I am an airplane
the lovers inside a forest where I am lost and I don't even know where I am going
and you, with tears on your eyes, trying to find...
what you want is what I want too
I will never, never, never be your friend
I will never, never be
 
Longing for you is like an indefinite period of time, a love that never gets tired
you are like an eternal plant asking for rain, a great illusion
if only everything could be a dream and you was a love song
I will never, never, never be your friend
I will never, never be
 

Fortunately

Fortunately I did not go crazy
Fortunately I am fine
I will get you out of my head
And I will go far away
 
Fortunately I was not destroyed
And I am still alive
Fortunately I understood you
And not much time has passed
 
I want to leave to escape
I want to leave to save myself
Because you turn me upside down
Because you make me hurt
 
You tell me everything backwards
You confuse me
'Good morning' you say in the afternoon
'Good night' in the morning
 
You make everything difficult for me
And tell me exaggerations
Life with you is hell
I will change you whether you like it or not
 

Networks

From Kolovrat[1] to Shabbat[2]...
From Colorado to penal bat[3]...
To whom 'Ice 9', to whom grandfather 8,
all the best to children, all the worst to adults.
Someone New Year, someone an old asshole,
somewhere there is a hail, somewhere 'Grad' shoots,
and you, come on, be happy, as if eats butirate...
Ah? Wha? Dancing, knit a bow
on the ass.
The Moscow Khaganate, the world caliphate,
there'll be hell, digging holes - all will not have enough shovels.
Give the Ipad to pawnshop, buy the 'Saiga' and oyster mushroom...
Ah? Wha? Dancing, licking a bow
on the ass.
And in our Deadwood there will come 'Shamles'
dance like a Frunzik, in which the demon possessed.
'This train is on fire...' - sings the dining car,
each sheep - its Kurban-bairam[4].
 
Father, father, our networks brought the dead man -
with a clever finger we twist the news tape from the morning.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Yesterday was a bird, now a snake.
 
To whom IPhone and... 'Swarovski.'
To whom Athos and... Sarovsky.
Gifts of the Magi, gifts of the Danai,
Easter Eggs, Pavlens[5] Eggs...
There are jokes - Pelevin[6], here the terrible Prilepin[7],
to whom Angela Merkel, to whom Marin Le Pen,
someone's head on the chest, someone riotous on the stump,
the transmission of the shadow to the wattle fence continues.
And the bale from the foil will not save the brains, anymore...
Okay, Google, what do my enemies look like?
Let's run, run, Forest, run, Forest Gump!
Who does not jump - that Pascal, jump, Forest, jump!
Jump-around, John, everything goes in a circle,
they have nothing in their pocket, a fugue in your plate.
My text rotates clockwise - a crook.
Brother cut his brother, Christ was crucified for you...
 
Father, father, our networks brought the dead man -
with a clever finger we twist the news tape from the morning.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Yesterday was a bird, now a snake.
 
Not separating the grains from the chaff,
After thiev - the thiev, after level - the left.
Repeat, simplify, empty words,
The head is smoke like «Khromaya Loshad»[8].
 
Father, father, our networks brought the dead man -
with a clever finger we twist the news tape from the morning.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Today you, and tomorrow I am.
Today I am.
 
Tibor from QS-FB