Humbug - teksty i tłumaczenia

RichMan

,,He were practising a magic trick"
Wydaje mi sie ze zamiast HE powinno być YOU , przynajmniej słysze tak w piosence Wink

iwakinga

tekst niezły, widać nawyki po pisaniu dla tlsp.

Weneda

ocet

Niebezpieczne Zwierzeta

Przyparty do muru przez ciemnosc
Przyparty do muru przez ciemnosc

Walczyłem z prześcieradłami
Prawie płacze w moim śnie
Tak, walcze z tym dobrze wyuczonym chamem
Z najbardziej frustrującym typem
Powinieneś mieć wyścigowe paski (prawdodpodobnie chodzi o bok samochodu)
Sposób, w który mnie ścigasz
Wyostrzył obcas Twego buta
I wciskasz go w moją pierś sprawiając, że charczę
Then to my knees you do promote me /tu nie jestem pewien/

Jestem przyparty do muru przez ciemność
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
Doprowadzają moją głowę do zawrotów (piruetów)
Bardziej, niż byłbym zdolny się przyznać
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

Światło się wwierca (wgłąb)
Myśli wkrótce do Ciebie powrócą
O tak niesmialym jak plemiennym tańcu
Pierwsza i ostatnia szansa
Oczywiście publiczność (zgromadzeni)
Są "straszycielami" i diabłami
Podzielonymi na dwie drużyny
Kiedy akrobatka spadła z belki
Złamała serca wszystkich (zgromadzonych)

Jestem przyparty do muru przez ciemność
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
Doprowadzają moją głowę do zawrotów (piruetów)
Bardziej, niż byłbym zdolny się przyznać
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
Most ... (can't get this one sorry)
Been long enough now so let's
mek a mess lioness /tego wersu poki co nie tlumacze bo jest niekompletny/

Przyparty do muru przez ciemnosc
Przyparty do muru przez ciemnosc
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-Ls

przepraszam za bledy, tlumaczenie zajelo mi niecale 10 minut

ocet

swoja droga, dosyc MROOOOCZNA ta piosenka Very Happy

Litha

ocet

no tak to mniej wiecej trzeba przetlumaczyc

Litha

No ja wieeeem, ale po polsku to tak śmiesznie brzmi Very Happy

ocet

My Propeller

jacobina

dobra ocet nie szpanuj tylko sie dziel

mile5

a z gobstopperem to chyba chodzi o takiego "plaskacza" z liścia w twarz Very Happy

jak ktoś coś złego powie czy coś..

ocet

Cornerstone:

ocet

pat167

Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory you were practicing a magic trick.
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
on the last of your pic and mix.

Said your mistaken if you're thinking that I have been caught cold before
as you bit into your strawberry lace.
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper is all you have left
and it was going to waste.

Your past-times consisted of the strange,
and twisted and deranged,
and I love that little game you had called: "Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.

The next time that I caught my own reflection
it was on it's way to meet you, thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never looked like yourself from the side,
but your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache.
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war.
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction,
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

And your past-times consisted of the strange,
and twisted and deranged,
and I hate that little game you had called: "Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.

Uninviting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.
Crying Lightning

Your past-times consisted of the strange,
and twisted and deranged,
and I hate that little game you had called:
..."Crying Lightning"...

Your past-times consisted of the strange,
and twisted and deranged,
and I hate that little game you had called: "Crying"

Secret Door

Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

She swam out of tonight's phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushin on a bookshelf
I'm unveiling the unexpected
How he was ever gonna look to her
Should've been embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
And even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied

At all the fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade
Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you're daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along

My Propeller

If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can't hold down the urgency
You've got to make your descent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

It's a necessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald eagle
Oh, momentary synergy

Coax me out, my love
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller

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myślę, że te wersje są najbardziej poprawne Razz