переводы песен Светы Бень

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My translations of Sveta Ben's songs. The originals can be Googled or listened to


The light

The light never stops being light
No matter if it’s day or night
No one can use it to fight
There’s no constellation of Missile
If one forces the light into exile
And locks it behind the blinds
The light turns into the inner light
To switch off the darkness inside
 
 
Mirror Ball
 
I’m watching a beautiful mirror ball
A beautiful mirror ball is spinning over
The slippery floor, flimsy chair, sticky bar…
A beautiful mirror ball is spinning around
 
My way is like a crack in a pot
It’s leaky, crooked, and bent.
To make a long story short
It’s a dead-end.
The world is a dangerous race,
I can’t keep up with its pace.
The escape plan is clear,
But I must stay here.
 
A beautiful mirror ball is turning clockwise
Hey, Gingerbread Man, go and fight!
Glue the pieces of your broken paradise
With your sticky dough
But the truth is tough
You must die
 
But the ball interferes:
It’s a lie!
You will never die!
Till you’re dancing here,
You will never die!
Look into my eyes
Am I telling lies?
Am I telling lies?
Who’s dancing, will never die.
I’m spinning around. I’ll never die.
I’m spinning for you, just for you, just for you.
I’m your mirror ball.
 
 
 
Seagulls
 
I hear seagulls,
I hear seagulls,
The sea is right behind the alley.
I hear seagulls,
And they are mewing,
And they are veering,
And here come aliens
To take me with them away from here!
 
And they will let me in their shuttle.
We’ll head together toward the space.
But don’t be late. The surf is subtle.
Please come on time until it stays.
 
Behind the house,
The sand is white.
The sea and poplars are
At the gates.
And in the green light
I see them landing,
My alien mates.
 
And they will let me in the shuttle.
We’ll head together toward the space.
But don’t be late. The surf is subtle.
Please come on time until it stays.
 
Behind the house, it never could be
A sea or poplars. I heard the seagulls:
They were hunting for rubbish bins.
From other planets, there are no signals.
But I keep trying to press the keys
I wait for signals from alien beings.
 
Do you copy?
 
Tree bones are all over the garden
Frozen branches
Like stumps of you
Look, while we’re not guarded
And the tubes
Are out of our throats
We can escape from the wards
The key is in the linen drawer
Over.

Go and pick up the tree bones, dear
And feed our hungry stove
The outside is scary
The inside is clear
And my blood is too thick
To flow.
I need you to stay inward
To be my connecting cord
Together, it’s not that sloppy.
Do you copy?
Do you copy?
Copy?