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No Longer Child

Your young man has grown up, Mom
He is no longer innocent, Mom
And you have Haden and Tarkhi
You may have been compromised
And you are dizzy
 
The rust of years envelops me
The dust of the trip blinded me
Cigarette fumes with heartbreak
It leaks out of my chest
 
Really have encountered the minimum
I really fought the world
You defeated me, I did not understand this
And I went to sing
The world crushed me
But I have not announced this
But I have not announced this
 
To complete this song
There is no age for me
The night envelops me
And narrowing
 
You have grown old, my mother
He is no longer small, Mom
You may have left your cradle to know
But I really did not know
I bought the fur of the lambs
I tried the monks' surveys
She wore the armor of the knights
 
But I swear, Mom
I was only fooled by my mirror
Even in the devil's dress
I did not realize the meaning of my life
And for my life this is my tragedy
 
And I went to sing
The world crushed me
I have not announced this
 
To complete this song
There is no age for me
The night envelops me
And narrowing
 
Your little one will die, Mom
The dreams of my youth
The last sores of his blood
He passed the city of Ahbati
Wreath of shame on my head
I live
Really revived
 
To complete this song
There is no age for me
The night envelops me
And narrowing my arteries
 
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The One Who Leaves

Versions: #1#2
Am I the cause of
those tears in your eyes
 
Did I just do it,
with those few words
 
Am I the cause of
this much too long silence
 
A chasm that all at once
seems to be unbridgeable
 
Outside the evening falls
but we don't light the lamps
 
And by now one of us
should rise from his chair
 
For we have to work tomorrow
and it's already much too late
 
I don't want to be the first,
the first one to leave
 
Even though I am the one
who closed the door
 
I don't want to be the one,
the one to let you go
 
Am I the cause of
a heart in a thousand pieces
 
Powerless hands
trembling in your lap
 
Was I there
am I still with it
 
At one time everything seems subdued
and it scares me to death
 
You don't seem to realise
that it's really over
 
But I just take the preliminaries
on how to be missing you later
 
For we have to work tomorrow
and it's already much too late
 
I don't want to be the first one,
the first one to leave
Even though I am the one
who closed the door.
I don't want to be the one,
the one to let you go.
And I still want to hang on
even though there's no more to say
Maybe you want to be
the one who's leaving me …
 
Please alert me when spelling, print or other inconsistencies are spotted. When spotting them myself I tend to lapse into a *#@%* mood!

Зажигательный

Свет софитов сфокусирован на моих ботинках,
Я – охотник, находящийся в центре сцены.
Я управляю этим городом, никуда не скрыться,
Мы никуда не уйдем.
Надевай новый костюм, да, сэр,
Новенький, не важно, какого цвета,
С новым подходом и неповторимым стилем.
Моя жизнь словно фильм
Без окончания.
 
Потому что я взбираюсь выше,
Небеса не являются пределом.
Независимо то того, зима сейчас, или лето,
Мои глаза полны огня.
Я получу свое,
Вы получите свое.
Мы целеустремленные.
Я не остановлюсь,
Мне не нужен отдых.
Это моя гордость,
Это мой город,
Мой стиль зажигает.
Мой стиль зажигает.
Мой стиль зажигает.
 
Лу Лу,
AR.
AR.
Вперед!
Мой стиль зажигателен.
AR и Лу прибыли
Лица ненавистников искажаются,
Их ненависть так сильна, что оставляет след на их лицах.
На стадионе каждый занимается прыжками,
Улыбается и делает «V» жест, позируя для «чемпионского» фото.
Как «большой» человек, не могу повернуть,
Не могу отступить, так как иду по улице с односторонним движением.
Делаю всю нашу вселенную «мешком с песком».*
Ликвидирую препятствия и двигаюсь в ритме репа.
Заядлый путешественник,
Который может показать путь.
Даже высокоскоростные камеры не могут уловить мои движения,
Не ной,
Кричи «бла-бла».
Слова летят, словно пули из твоего рта.**
«Тратататата!»
Вечеринка достигла своей кульминации,
Поэтому нет времени на болтовню, прощай, бро.
 
Потому что я взбираюсь выше,
Небеса не являются пределом.
Независимо то того, зима сейчас, или лето,
Мои глаза полны огня.
Я получу свое,
Вы получите свое.
Мы целеустремленные.
Я не остановлюсь,
Мне не нужен отдых.
Это моя гордость,
Это мой город,
Мой стиль зажигает.
Мой стиль зажигает.
Мой стиль зажигает.
 
Огонь.
Мой стиль - огонь.
Зажигает.
 
Потому что я взбираюсь выше,
Небеса не являются пределом.
Независимо то того, зима сейчас, или лето,
Мои глаза полны огня.
Я получу свое,
Вы получите свое.
Мы целеустремленные.
Я не остановлюсь,
Мне не нужен отдых.
Это моя гордость,
Это мой город,
Мой стиль зажигает.
Мой стиль зажигает.
Мой стиль зажигает.
 
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Turn It Up

Time is passing, but I'm in no hurry
I spend my days at the foot of night
If someone ever suddenly shuts off your sound,
Look them in the eye and turn it up
 
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, let them remember the sound
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, and there'll be no one around
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, let them remember the sound
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, and there'll be no one around
 
I taking a turn, this town is unfamiliar
No one loves, no one's expecting anything
Here they won't condemn or remember
But I, I, I am no local now
But I, I, I am on my own today
But I, I, I await no counsel
I'm riding my own wave, my own wave
Time is passing, but I'm in no hurry
I spend my days at the foot of night
If someone ever suddenly shuts off your sound,
Look them in the eye and turn it up
 
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, let them remember the sound
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, and there'll be no one around
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, let them remember the sound
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, and there'll be no one around
 
I'm staying true to myself
I can be rude sometimes,
But I'm not afraid of keeping quiet
Of staying invisible and unneeded
But I, I, I am no local now
But I, I, I am on my own today
But I, I, I await no counsel
I'm riding my own wave, my own wave
Time is passing, but I'm in no hurry
I spend my days at the foot of night
If someone ever suddenly shuts off your sound,
Look them in the eye and turn it up
 
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, let them remember the sound
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, and there'll be no one around
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, let them remember the sound
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, and there'll be no one around
 
Ay-ay! Turn yours up!
Turn up your sound!
Ay-ay! Turn yours up!
Turn up your sound!
 
I'm burning up inside, in my honest words, a force is born
It won't help me, all people are unbearable
I'm going to the light, I always understand what I need
I don't hear all those people who pull me to turn back
 

Not lady ever

Versions: #2
I don't think I will ever call you lady
since you're not like the other women.
Don't know if I can call you
the way I use to describe men.
 
Putting a name on you seems difficult to me.
I can't call you like all the other girls.
But anyway I can call you all the time,
and should I cry too much, you'll cry just as much.
 
You're so strong it's frightening
to think I should be like that
to go through all these mistakes.
You're so beautiful you don't even know it,
but as for me, I know your biggest fan.
 
Sometimes you forget to be strong,
that's when I know where my passion comes from,
as after a feverish smile
you break into tears for no reason.
 
Your thin skin turns
the outrageous feelings
into bouquets of flowers1
so sentitive you might take offence.
If you try and push it farther,
you won't easily chill it out2.
 
I don't think I will ever call you lady
since you're not like the other women.
Don't know if I can call you
the way I use to write about men.
 
Putting a name on you seems difficult to me.
I can't call you like all the other girls.
But anyway I can call you all the time,
and for now it will be Mom.
 
  • 1. that's a pretty untranslatable pun on the expression 'à fleur de peau', meaning thin-skinned (excessively emotional), where 'fleur' means 'surface', as in the verb 'affleurer' (showing on the surface of something).
  • 2. lit. 'if you ask it to go higher, you'll have to go and get it [back] afterwards'
Do whatever you want with my translations. I'm not rich enough to sue you anyway.