espfutbol98
Sun, 17/11/2013 - 03:17
Thank you for translating this. When I was translating it for myself, I got to the first sentence and realised this particular song was out of my league.
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Translation
Night's Breathing
Lights were lit... Dreams wrapped around the city and stole the heat... Opened bridges... The light of the first star gave rest
This melody - a symphony of the streets
Spreads around the alleys what's left of agonies past
In the gramophone, from thousands of drain pipes,
Everything around suddenly changes,
Slowly, stress comes off the hands, the spirit of movement
Moves out of the sinful circle of ideas of grey people,
And you rip away from the hurry - in it you hear
the notes of hashish smoke, the smell of powder, dangerous noises in the darkness
And the drums of war, the violins of silence
In the middle of the heap - dreams. That time being precious.
The threads of roads, smog, the dance of headlights, the midday guitars...
The heat is gone and it's chilly.
The city went to sleep quietly, in a cloudy way,
I move towards my brother in Pashkovo, slowly...
The road is long... In the park, I lean agains the birch tree.
It's hot, and dreams aren't regretted... Suddenly, in the neighborhood, amazed, dumb-struck by the symphony softer than velvet to my ear.
(Softer than velvet to my ear).
The city was in holiday perfume. Night sang by the windows.
The pavements sprinkled broken glass.
Couples under the pressure of white steam melted in the old park.
Leaves went yellow and fell on feet. Wind closed its eyelids.
Hands threw the weight into the barrels. The guitars of bards lorded over the ball...
In this crazy city the arrows of Cupid flew,
But couples opened their doors to them frowning.
The music of autumn stopped the motors of cars, healing the cracks on the ground.
Blind rain heals, hurting its eyes.
I'm freezing at the foot of the city's paradise.
Pavements swam underneath me, wells wailed...
Doors opened, heart tore apart...
Orphaned longing, the warmth of the train stations gave presents and pressure,
The mask of the doomed melted letters.
Those, who an hour ago flew over our heads
And the spirit of war started to rule over us rightly.
Started to control our dreams.
Stone idol, symbol of the great power of the sinning flame
Lights were lit... Dreams wrapped around the city and stole the heat... Opened bridges... The light of the first star gave rest
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I know it sounds like google translate, but it's really not. The song is just that weirdly poetic and makes little sense. Sorry if I failed to translate the poetry well, so corrections are welcome.