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Mahmoud Darwish - أَنَا مَنْ هُنَاكْ...أَنَا مَنْ هُنَا (Ana Mn Honak.. Ana Mn Hona) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


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I am from there... I am from here

He says..
 
I am from there... I am from here
 
And I am not there, nor here.
 
I have got two names that meet and
depart.
I have got two languages
I’ve forgotten in which I used to dream.
 
I have got for written an English one
Whose words are at my disposal.
And another from the heaven’s dialogue
with Jerusalem.
 
With a sliver accent,
 
But it does not obey my imagination.
 
And the identity? I asked.
 
He said: Self-defence...
 
Identify is the daughter of birth.
 
Yet, in the end, it the creation
 
Of its owner.
Not inheriting a past.
 
I am the multiple.
 
Inside my resides my renewable outside.
 
But I belong to the victim’s question.
 
Hadn’t I been from there,
 
I would have trained my heart
 
to raise there the gazelle of metaphor
 
So, carry your country wherever you go
 
And be a narcissist if necessary.
 
Exile is the outside world.
 
Exile is the inner world.
 
So, who are you between them?
 
I do not define myself lest I lost it.
 
And I am who I am.
 
I am my other-self in a duality that
 
blends between speech and reference.
 
Had I been writing poetry, I would have said:
 
I am two in one.
 
Like two wings of a swallow.
 
If spring was late,
 
I would be content
to give the good tidings.
 


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2020.10.29.

Too Many Times

(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
 
How many times, too many times (hey!),
ever the answer no (hey!),
now that you have told me yes,
I no longer care about you.
 
How many nights, too many nights (hey!),
I have thought that (hey!)
now that you have told me yes,
I no longer care about you.
 
Now perhaps you will look for me—
look for me (hey-hey!).
Too late you realized that,
that you—
 
how many times, too many times (hey!),
ever the answer no,
now that you have told me yes,
I no longer care about you.
 
~~~~
 
Now perhaps you will look for me—
look for me (hey-hey!).
Too late you realized that,
that you—
 
how many times, too many times (hey!),
ever the answer no (hey!),
now that you have told me yes,
I no longer care about you—
I no longer care about you—
I no longer care about you!
 
(Hey-hey hey-hey-hey!)
 
2020.10.29.

The World Of Poet Aum

'A long, long time ago'
 
A poet who hated the world
Lived deep in the woods
For a girl who died young
He wrote verses
 
Those words flew in the wind
Out of the woods, falling in the town
Turning into a flutter of butterflies
 
The flutter of butterflies
Covered the sky In a purple colour
Every person who was touched by the purple
Lost their minds
The frightened people banished the poet
Leaving the woods, the poet went to the sea
And got on a boat
 
Aum (Aum)
With my eyebrows shaved off
Aum (Aum)
Without rest on a crescent moon night
Aum (Aum)
I'll write a poem
Aum (Aum)
A poem about my hatred for the world
 
'The poet washed ashore in a small island
A dog, a cat, a bat, and a clown
Welcomed him
 
'I hate everything in this world
I hate, hate it so much
I want to set what's left of everything
on fire with my words
Please help me out'
 
But, the frightened clown secretly reported this
And the poet was shot dead by police
 
That night, the dog barked, 'woof woof'
The cat meowed, 'meow meow'
And the bat was silent
There was nothing left to say'
 
But those words flew in the wind
Reaching several towns
Turning into flutters of butterflies
 
Aum (Aum)
The poet's body
Aum (Aum)
Crossed the ocean to a northern country
Aum (Aum)
By a fisherman of that country
Aum (Aum)
The poet was respectfully buried.
 
2020.10.29.

ADDICT

Death will only separate us,
But that stage is already in the past.
The new level has been opened:
I wish I could get some praise
For the the things that I've done~
Let's forget about the overdoze,
And agonizing comatoze.
Yup, I'm that selfish~
Here, the only idea is that
A fuckin' whore shoudn't be sober.
 
This is my mantra,
This is my life,
And you're gonna play
With it till the dawn.
The fire surrounds me,
Burning me to the ashes,
Within, there's both heavenly bliss and a helluva high feeling.
 
I'm addicted, I'm obsessed,
The hotel has become my Atlantis.
There will be a new fucking excuse to sin, as always,
To make a breath and feel yourself alive again.
I'm addicted, I'm burning out,
Yet again flying away, being so high.
This feeling is even better than the friggin' drugs,
Just follow it and let your inner demons rule.
 
Here it is – love,
It keeps pulling you down so low.
Your time will come,
And the images of death will flash in the rain.
One can't change themselves~
And what if I get outta control?
I've chosen the thorny path.
That's the truth of mine~
Then, would you be brave enough
To say we're just friends?
 
That's exactly what you'll do,
Just don't lie to me.
Everything could have become
Ours before the dawn.
Your money and power,
My sensual drive,
Within, there's both heavenly bliss and a helluva high feeling.
 
I'm addicted, I'm obsessed,
The hotel has become my Atlantis.
There will be a new fucking excuse to sin, as always,
To make a breath and feel yourself alive again.
I'm addicted, I'm burning out,
Yet again flying away, being so high.
This feeling is even better than the friggin' drugs,
Just follow it and let your inner demons rule.
 
Just follow it and let your inner demons rule.
 
I'm addicted, I'm burning out,
Yet again flying away, being so high.
This feeling is even better than the friggin' drugs,
Just follow it and let your inner demons rule.
 
***
 
I'm addicted, I'm suffering,
I'm no longer feeling high by the morning,
Yet again, I'm poisoning my veins to overcome sorrow.
It's hard to distinguish between pleasure and pain.
 
I'm addicted, I'm so weak,
Broken on the inside, stylish on the outside,
I know my life has been going the wrong way for the long time.
Maybe, things will become different in their Hotel of Kindness.
 
2020.10.29.

Bird, Bear, Hare and Fish

You wanted feed actively. I begrudged the running up bill.
Give me, give me. You repeat charming behavior. Kill me.
Fading wild. Say me bipedally. Now heterogeneous becomes a couple. What should I do?
There's no such thing as women who doesn't bloom a flower.
It means every woman is beautiful.
Give me, give me.