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I’d Say It Was You

For many days my friends
had wanted to get me out of the house
and yesterday at night
they dragged me
to a new place
with home-made pizzas.
They really liked it:
there’s Italian music playing,
there are colourful chairs
around every table.
Someone orders
the best of wines à la carte.
And when I take the first sip,
there it hits me,
like the tip of a sword:
a voice I wasn’t expecting.
I’d say it was you,
a few tables more further back,
dining with someone whom I don’t know.
I’d swear it was you;
you were talking about work
and you were laughing with the one
whom I don’t know.
And it’s so strange,
and it’s so absurd.
I daren’t turn my head;
I don’t want it to be you.
 
And I notice that my friends
drag on the conversation
and talk about summer
and I don’t know what about Formentera1.
I can only hear
a voice
that drives me into despair.
I remember you
in a black-and-white photo,
dancing among the street lights.
I remember you
when we jumped over the fire2,
and the world was small,
and that love immense.
And it’s so strange,
and it’s so absurd.
I daren’t turn my head;
I don’t want it to be you.
 
You don’t know how many times
I thought back to that table3.
I hear you and I turn around
and I go to say hello.
I introduce myself
to the guy who accompanies you
and I tell you that you’re looking fine,
and I tell you that you’re really beautiful.
And the world disappears
with that glance.
What’s left is my fear, you and me.
And I see life taking another turn
and I tell you in a broken voice:
'I’d be so happy,
if we go home together'4.
 
  • 1.
  • 2. The Sant Joan tradition in Catalonia: if lovers jump seven times over the fire, holding each other’s hand, they’ll be happy ever after
  • 3. ...and what's next is probably his imagination, kind of wishful thinking...
  • 4. This conditional phrase is ungrammatical, but so it the phrase in Catalan. I've translated it in the same manner
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Arabic translation

دج هو الاسم الثاني

بعد ظهر الجمعة، حان الوقت لحزم حقيبتك
طريق طويل إلى النادي، وحان الوقت للذهاب، لأنك لا يمكن أن يكون في وقت متأخر تذكر صبي لا يمكنك أن تكون في وقت متأخر
الموسيقى العظيمة في سيارتك، كوبين من القهوة والكعك
كل عطلة نهاية الأسبوع في حياتك تبدو بالضبط نفس الشيء
متشابهون
عندما يكون دج هو الاسم الثاني
 
من فضلك اخبرنى الحقيقه
هل من الصعب القيام به؟
عندما ألف شخص حزب معك
أريد أن أشعر نفسه
السبب دج هو الاسم الثاني
 
هل يمكن أن أشعر بالموسيقى مثلك؟
من فضلك قل لي قل لي قل لي ما يجب القيام به
أريد أن أشعر الموسيقى مثلك
من فضلك قل لي قل لي قل لي ما يجب القيام به
هل يمكن أن أشعر بالموسيقى مثلك؟
 
صباح يوم الأحد، يستيقظ في فندق آخر
الطريق طويل المنزل، وحان الوقت للذهاب الآن، ولكن اليوم يمكنك أن تقول
كان عرض عظيم، يمكنك أن تقول
الموسيقى العظيمة في سيارتك، كوبين من القهوة والكعك
كل عطلة نهاية الأسبوع في حياتك تبدو بالضبط نفس الشيء
متشابهون
عندما يكون دج هو الاسم الثاني
 
من فضلك اخبرنى الحقيقه
هل من الصعب القيام به؟
عندما ألف شخص حزب معك
أريد أن أشعر نفسه
السبب دج هو الاسم الثاني
 
هل يمكن أن أشعر بالموسيقى مثلك؟
من فضلك قل لي قل لي قل لي ما يجب القيام به
أريد أن أشعر الموسيقى مثلك
من فضلك قل لي قل لي قل لي ما يجب القيام به
يمكن أن أشعر الموسيقى مثلك
 
هل يمكن أن أشعر بالموسيقى مثلك؟
أريد أن أشعر الموسيقى مثلك
من فضلك قل لي قل لي قل لي ما يجب القيام به
يمكن أن أشعر الموسيقى مثلك
 

Harmony of the word and the instinct

Everything was a wonder of harmonies
in the initial gesture that gave us
between celestial and telluric impulses
from the depths of love of our souls.
 
Even the air gushed in lightness
when I fell absolutely into your gaze;
and a word, although virgin in my life,
struck my heart, and became a flame
in the river of emotion that I received,
and in the flower of illusion that delivered you.
 
A matrimony of new sensations
elevated in light my dawn.
Soft waves raised my consciousness
to the blue beach of your morning,
and the flesh became a silhouette
in the view of my liberated soul.
 
Like an integral scream, soft and profound
from my lips exploded the word;
I never had my mouth yet you smile,
nor was there ever more flight in my throat!
 
In my soft word, tender,
I made myself whole in your life and in your soul;
and I was an unthought shriek passing through
the walls of time that tied me down;
and I was a spontaneous outbreak of the moment;
and I was a star spilled in your arms.
 
I gave myself wholly, and establishing myself forever
in the sensual harmony that you gave me;
and the emotive rose that opened
in the verbal stalk of my word,
one by one it went giving you its petals,
while our instincts kissed one another.
 

Lyubasha

One dark night I woke up
Because it suddenly felt stuffy
She was trying to suffocate me
With a starched pillow
My dear Lyubasha
My dear Lyubasha
 
I was gasping for air
But, alas, it was no use
She was choking me furiously
Tensing her muscles
My dear Lyubasha
My dear Lyubasha
 
Spies and special agents
Tabloids and yellow press
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut
Instead of babbling to my friends
 
At dawn the sullen doctor
Wrote his report quickly
But I will never know
Why she killed me
My dear Lyubasha
My dear Lyubasha
 
Spies and special agents
Tabloids and yellow press
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut
Instead of babbling to my friends
 
Spies and special agents
Tabloids and yellow press
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut
Instead of babbling to my friends
 
My dear Lyubasha
My dear Lyubasha
 
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Phobia of weekdays

Secta: Ugh, I had the worst Monday.
Lately I live as a hermit.
Honestly ... I don't know a bigger deadbeat.
I went to sleep to Sahata in Pernik.
Charlie: What about me?!
I live on salt and leek.
I started my day with a stifled fag.
Honestly, there's no such individuals as us!
We drink our pin money for an hour.
 
Secta: My Tuesday is one of the worst!
No stopping ... I gotta get used to it.
Last night was my poorest performance.
Even the audience started to boo me.
Charlie: Worse than the last one in Plovdiv?
They were gonna eat you alive!
Secta: Don't say and my fee is over
Christian, we started looking like loosers.
 
[Chorus]
Here it's good to suck
I still have no money
Here it's good to suck
I still have no money
See what an entourage
tax-collectors looking for me
Today we're open-handed
Tomorrow - broken
Here it's good to suck
I still have no money.
 
Charley: On Wednesday I notice my hair is falling.
My career as vlogger is beginning to fall apart.
Recently my videos are annoying.
Secta: And don't you have time to find some money?
 
Charlie: What about you?
Secta: Ugh... I'm just like you.
At the last party they almost didn't pay me.
I even remember the guards beat me!
I can't believe how they got me these days.
Charlie: I've been looking around for whole week.
It's already Thursday.
Secta: Man, I almost went crazy!
Last night I get so drunk.
Charlie: Don't worry, you'll sober up, bro.
Secta: I need motivation
Together: 3 in 1!
Charlie: Unexpectedly good combination Wink smile
 
[Chorus]
 
Secta: Chris ... Are you okay?
... It's far from obvious.
Charlie: That bottle seems like to cut me off.
I honestly don't know how bad I am.
Together: Mmmmm ... a typical Friday night.
 
Secta: Wow, she's drinking gin from her bellybutton !!!
Charlie: BRO, THAT PARTY IS INSANE!!!
I already told them that one Shot is not enough.
Charlie: 'Is that why this blonde makes you a fourth?'
 
Secta: Let's call some chicks
Charlie: Call then...
Secta: Yes, but this time you'll talk to them!
Charlie: I bet, I'll be back with at least three.
Together: In one;)
 
From Saturday in the club... working? No thanks!
I'm a king this weekend. On Monday don't look for me!
I'm a godfather today.
Tomorrow I'm months behind.
Last night we came home with a phobia of weekdays. / x2