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Now I'll blow you in the floor

Hey they told me he was looking for me, right, so I got pissed off
Look I don't know, you either forgive him...
No no no boh I don't like this kind of stuff, not a single bit
Then slap him around
I'll blow him up
 
I'm about to pounce, you want to be rotten
Ah? What is it, ah? What is this?
I've been holding myself for a while, now I'll blow you in the floor
Who are you saying that to?
 
I'm about to pounce, you want to be rotten
Ah? What is it, ah? What is this?
I've been holding myself for a while, now I'll blow you in the floor
Who are you saying that to?
 
They told me you criticize me every day
What is it?
Answer properly lollo or I'll knock you out
Brombolone I'm telling you to be careful
Are you threatening me? What are you saying?
I'm talking to you, why, any problems?
Don't yell, you shitface
You think you're rotten, but I won't back off
I'm too big for you, one arm is enough
Ma la ghe I'll bring down people and all of my friends
Ma la ghe you can't say ma la ghe to me
Do you understand me or not, even if you arrive burning rubber
I'm not gonna move, who do you think you are, Rambo?
You're too lame, I hate you and despise you
If you try being a macchillotto, I'm gonna give you half of it
Wait, are you joking or are you being serious
Because now I'm tired, I'm getting pissed off
 
I'm about to pounce, you want to be rotten
Ah? What is it, ah? What is this?
I've been holding myself for a while, now I'll blow you in the floor
Who are you saying that to?
 
I'm about to pounce, you want to be rotten
Ah? What is it, ah? What is this?
I've been holding myself for a while, now I'll blow you in the floor
Who are you saying that to?
 
You went after my sister and you're 10 years older
You go out around the Stand and go dance at The Cube
Yeah, so what? I can't? What do you want
I do what I want, mind your own business
Stop waving those hands of yours over my face
What about it? What are you gonna do?
You're not right and there's the danger I might squash you
With what, with the car you don't have?
Listen, run run, you're not even gonna scratch me
I'll headbutt you, kick you in the mouth and and slap you
Hey Tuorlo - what is it - grab my sweatshirt
I'm gonna get this idiot off his high horse
Are you challenging me? I'm gonna hurt you
I'm gonna break your bones, nenno, forget about it
Don't tell me what to do, between you and me now it's war
I'll tell you I grew up in shitty neighbourhoods
 
I'm about to pounce, you want to be rotten
Ah? What is it, ah? What is this?
I've been holding myself for a while, now I'll blow you in the floor
Who are you saying that to?
 
I'm about to pounce, you want to be rotten
Ah? What is it, ah? What is this?
I've been holding myself for a while, now I'll blow you in the floor
Who are you saying that to?
 

Teasing

They call him Fruko 'the brave'
They laid him down
Blows efect, the result
He walks so horny
Before, he snore so pretty
But right now Fruko is
picking up all hard slap
Scattered in every town
and walking sideway
Choir:
-It’s like you’re mocking yourself [you] bum*
Tramp, why are you teasing?
I see you are teasing me, could you see that?
-it’s like you’re going sideways
-you’re crazy, buddy
-careful, you salt cod fish [?]*
Tramp, why are you teasing?
Why are you teasing?
Why are you teasing?
-The good rumba beckons you
-and you can’t enjoy it
-the drink has taken its toll
-on your dancing knee
-and he walks lopsided*
Tramp, why are you teasing?
Why are you teasing?
Why are you teasing?
Let's dance the good rumba
The one that every people was dancing
I told the situation to Vincent
Good rumba
Sideway it's performed
 

Muh-muh

Versions: #1
- You've eaten not only flowers,
Along with flowers you've eaten my dreams.
And now the soul is empty,
And now the lips are silent.
 
It's difficult to live, my friend, in this world alone,
Everything is uncertain, everything is so cold for heart and mind.
If your cow's life had been failed by love,
Then you, Pestruha, would have known, why.1
 
- There are other flowers in fields,
The dreams will return back to the heart,
It's funny to feel blue about them,
Time has come long ago to forgive.
 
Please, stop frowning harshly,
Seeing darkness everywhere.
- No way I can understand you, cow,
- Lean your ear closer to me. - Feel me better, Pestruha,
- It's very hard without sympathy for my heart.
 
- It's difficult to live, my friend, in this world alone,
Everything is uncertain, everything is so cold for heart and mind.
If your cow's life had been failed by love,
Then you, Pestruha, would have known, why.
 

• 1. 'Пеструха (many colored)' is the caw's nickname

No mercy for the bastards

It is not the first time that, with a battle song —
We defeat the enemies of the sunny Soviet land.
We carried a battle song in the olden times
Proudly on the Soviet bayonet!
 
Chorus:
No mercy for the bastards, and no salvation for the bastards.
Will they meet their fate from a bullet or a youth's bayonet?
We have asked the enemy: Have you not been beaten?
So maybe you're out of practice? Maybe you've forgotten?
 
Hitler waited for Napoleon's answer:
Tell me, how will my battle with Russia end?
He replied sleepily from his grave:
Here, my friend, I'll make room, lie down here with me.
 
Chorus.
 
The Germans wanted to debark their troops
In the fog, not seeing anyone
Katyusha set out on the riverbank
And shot every last one of them!
 
Chorus.
 
The doctor told Fritz: your condition is bad,
You need to go to the Caucasus in spring.
Fritz replied grimly: 'I'm already returning from there,
Can you not see by my back?'
 
Chorus.
 
With a battle song, Suvorov led his regiments into battle,
With a song, Kutuzov went to destroy the enemies.
Every thuggish horde of enemies
with this song we defeated, defeat and will defeat!
 
Chorus.
 

Let the dances keep ongoing

Versions: #1
Let the dances keep ongoing
and we will hang out in different places
in the countryside, oh boy,
until this gathering
will unfold like an autonomous village.
 
Up in stellar space
with receivers and antennas
the Greeks make networks
and history is made by the close friend's circle.
 
George starts
''We are and we are not
we are nothing oh boy''
and little John sings
''If nothing is written then something will come out.''
 
And in the night's glowing light
here comes Alkis our little boy,
to join old and new paths
with our future rock.
 
The sky is on fire
easy come easy go
sparkles and circuits
and the shining circle of close friends
the sky mirrors
on beaches.
 
And either with antiquity
or the Orthodoxy
the Greek communities
are constructing another galaxy.
 
Here comes Babis who is drunken
and Lydia who is ashamed
because everybody looks at her, oh boy.
And Achilles and Zoi
in front of the Polaroid camera
they are smiling.
 
Then Ellen the dancer
leans toward Tasos
and with their eyes closed they sing embracing each other:
Cheers to the Greek National Team!
 
Is there something to blame to the Parliament,
Is there something to blame to the Nation's Representatives,
wasted and faceless people, oh boy?
If the head is aching
it is because of the faceless love
that is has been found.
 
But my love has a name,
has a body and a religion
and grandfathers in autonomous countries
under the Turkish Occupation.
 
God save us
So we can always meet again
in wild parties, oh boy,
with circled dance
and be free
like rivers.
 
And in the night's glowing light
our bond is tightening more,
and it couples with old paths on fire
with our future rock.
 

Tesoro Mio

If you come back to Napoli when the laurel blooms,
and the smell of Chianti fills the air—tesoro mio.
You will again see on the piazza all the friends who think of you,
who are waiting for you just like me—tesoro mio.
 
You can relive the blessed time when we danced into the night—
intertwined we went two by two to dream under the moon.
Guitars softly rocked us in the night sky
and my heart sang to you the most beautiful songs of Italy.
 
But one day you sailed off over the immense ocean to another country
and still, on these dancing waters, I see in them your arrival.
 
If you come back to Napoli when the laurel blooms,
and the smell of Chianti fills the air—tesoro mio.
In the streets, under banners, we will dance the farandole
swept away by the wild rounds—tesoro mio.
 
On boats, old fishermen will take our refrains to heart
and these songs will make eyes shine as if in an idyll.
If you come back to Napoli, with all my heart will I thank you—
and hand-in-hand we will go to a new destiny.
 
Tesoro mio, do not delay.
 
Tesoro mio, come back to me.
 

At the Samovar

Snowy night outside,
But my heart's joyful like it's summer,
My sweet tender wife, -
Let them be jealous [in their slumber].
The only thought comes on:
How soon will I be left with her alone.
Dark night's naughty:
It hides all things, it won't bewray,
And we'll get daughter.
 
By boiling tea pot I sit with my Masha,
And it's already so dark outside.
And our passion boils like tea in Russia!
And crescent moon is our tender guide.
 
Masha's pouring me some hot tea,
And her eyes hint at so much, make me dotty:
By boiling tea pot I sit with my Masha,
Till morning we'll drink tea with sugar bits!
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.
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Ok, I get it that most of you just can't bring yourselves
to pressing 'Thanks' when you have already enjoyed
and probably sung an equirhythmic rhymed translation
and then realized that you couldn't have done a better
one yourself. Yet, avoiding this gesture implicitly helps
to promote other, often subpar work on this site. St.

We came to celebrate

We came to celebrate
Hatzichristo
To rid ourselves of the heart ache
and if lots of cash is spent
it’s worth it, it’s no bother
 
The lad in the corner
Hatzichristo
has gousto for a zembekia
from your sweet bouzouki,
our friend and fellow whiner*
 
Lay down some slow melodies
and a sweet douzeni**
for a soul to hear you
one that understands
 

In the dugout

Logs burn bright in my cramped little stove
On the wood, flowing tar, like a tear
The accordion sings to me here,
In my dugout, of your eyes and smile
 
Beyond Moscow, in fields full of snow,
On each bush the leaves whispered of you,
And I want now for you to hear
All this longing in my living voice
 
You are now far away, far away,
And between us lies snow beyond snow
To reach you is not easy to do,
To reach death – only four little steps
 
Sing, accordion, to spite the wind
Call the happiness that’s lost its way
In my bitter cold dugout, I’m warm
From a love that will never burn low
 

Čemu stres

Ne pitaj me zašto sunce sija
Nemoj, nakon što se dan završi
Pada sjajno veče
Izvlači najbolje iz mene, vidim
 
Veliki porazi sputavaju ljude svuda
Ali čini se da njima to uopšte ne smeta
A ja ću probati da se istrajem, neću biti vezana
Izvlači najbolje iz mene
 
Čemu stres?
Porašćeš, znaćeš na kraju
Da je ovo izmišljeno
U tvojoj glavi, živi svoj život najbolje što možeš
 
Ne pitaj me zašto sunce sija
Donosi mi svu sreću i nadu i svetlo
Čak iako ova, ova pravila pokušavaju da me obuzmu
Pokušavaju da me obuzmu, vidim
 
Veliki porazi sputavaju ljude svuda
Ali čini se da njima to uopšte ne smeta
A ja ću probati da se istrajem, neću biti vezana
Izvlači najbolje iz mene
 
Čemu stres?
Porašćeš, znaćeš na kraju
Da je ovo izmišljeno
U tvojoj glavi, živi svoj život najbolje što možeš
 
Čemu stres?
Ovo je izmišljeno
U tvojoj glavi, živi svoj život najbolje što možeš
 
Treba da radiš ono što želiš da radiš
Treba da budeš ono želiš da budeš
Pa reci mi, čemu stres?
 
Čemu stres?
Jer ovo je izmišljeno
U tvojoj glavi, živi svoj život najbolje što možeš
 
Čemu stres?
Porašćeš, znaćeš na kraju
Da je ovo izmišljeno
U tvojoj glavi, živi svoj život najbolje što možeš
 

Dva Anđela na zemlji

Govoriš o samoći
O teškim trenucima
I dok gledaš visoko gore
Brojiš oblake
A ne svetlost
 
Govoriš o praznini
Koja ostaje u tvom srcu
I ne tražiš da pronađeš
Zvezdu koja bi nas
Ponovo zbižila
 
Ti i ja
Dva Anđela koja žive na zemlji
I ono što proživljavaju poslušaj ih
Jednostavne stvari, lude snove
Ali ljubav živi u tim stvarima
 
Ti i ja
Dva Anđela koja traže nebo
Koja postoje zato što se vole
U teškim vremenima, ali i u dobrim
Ljubav će im otopiti krila
 
Govoriš mi da nastavim dalje
I svakim danom kako idem dalje
Tražim slobodu
Daleko od krivice
Još uvek te volim
 
Ti i ja
Dva Anđela koja žive na zemlji
I ono što proživljavaju poslušaj ih
Jednostavne stvari, lude snove
Ali ljubav živi u tim stvarima
 
Ti i ja
Dva Anđela koja traže nebo
Koja postoje zato što se vole
U teškim vremenima, ali i u dobrim
Ljubav će im otopiti krila