Songs Translations for Plug.Dj


#67

Can someone tell what is this thread about??


#68

i’m translating russian stuff which i line up on Plug.dj


#69

Bi-2 feat. Oxxymiron - Time To Go Back Home

Stale brown bread
Breaks the blunt knife
Staring at the blurred horizon
Silent rain dropping right from the celling
The news ticker is stuck in a binding

Cities burn with others’ love
Bendy path is snarled
When all roads bring you nowhere
It’s time to go back home

Noisy crowd is filling the platform
And the boy behind the glass
Keeps waving his hand
Every fate is connected to me
And in my memory stands
The house long time ruined

Cities burn with others’ love
Bendy path is snarled
When all roads bring you nowhere
It’s time to go back home

Oxxymiron:

The one flying to his death can’t be saved
With cypresses , the sky, the tan isn’t an armour
Here the wind is called monsoon, views like i’m dreaming
But how to blur the yen for the place we’re not at?
Here it neither comfort but nor Lefortovo(one of the Moscow districts which is full of garbage, construction sites but also has a nice park nearby. I live a few stations away, i was there - translator)
And you’re waiting to be teleported home to be stunned
Using the old formula, teleport home where there’s no Ordung( order in German)
Here you’ve seen everything: Dortmund mines, Cornell rocks
Morlocks herd from the earlier Orwell’s books
The wold is on stranger’s hand, while the connection to the point A is broken
But there’s a lump in my throat, working as a door keeper
A glass of vodka with Cheesano

The fuck should i do if the heart wins over the mind
And here it comes – tired of living as native’s stepson?
The paradise is behind but , unfortunately, we’re kamikaze
Coming for the world of gas cameras, Vlasov’s armies, mass executions
But still drown back, stop a little, we’re shaken
Entering the homeland anti-space
What should i do ? Say “stop”? Remain here, write for myself only?
Be frightened that i’ll die here like an emigrant’s vocab?
Without been fuelled with a real life talks
You’ve thought you can handle without it but the distance can’t be trimmed of
You’ve thought you’ll be fine, its okay, the distance heals
But your language isnt numbed at all, where are you going?

You’re like Ikar with your hands praying
Behind you are the roach races, Paris and Stambul
300g of cognac, plane goes up and suddenly turns in a point - go on, friend,
And down there…

Cities burn with others’ love
Bendy path is snarled
When all roads bring you nowhere
It’s time to go back home

Cities burn with others’ love
Bendy path is snarled
When all roads bring you nowhere
It’s time to go back home


#70

Bi-2 — Prayer

Keep silent , souls are on the rooftop
Breathing slowly before jumping off
I can hear your thoughts, everything important to us goes down
How to tell it simpler, without loosing it, without ripping
We’re here forever, like a river, like words of a prayer

Everything besides love, whole life of ours, is so far away
I, I’m not alone but without you I’m just nobody

Ashes is light and bright
I haven’t noticed the time going by
Magic powers are fading and pearls are turned in the glass
It’s so empty in soul, without miracles, without magic
We’re here for a moment , let it sound just like the words of a prayer

Everything besides love, whole life of ours, is so far away
I, I’m not alone but without you I’m just nobody

Everything besides love, whole life of ours, is so far away
I, I’m not alone but without you I’m just nobody

Everything besides love, whole life of ours, is so far away
I, I’m not alone but without you I’m just nobody


#71

Bi-2 – Pilot
I don’t know where have we mistaken in our calculations
Maybe in air masses counting
While being in a hangover
I’ve been shot above the desert

My exhausting burden drowns me down
Maybe, i’m in fault for something in the past?
Apostles have lost the hope to weight the soul in grams
And now they’re out for an advert pause

But if I believe not to anyone’s unwritten rules
This piece of metal is my crucifixion
Night stars are my medals
I’m the pilot shot down, they’ve got to me

I can see the ones who have ordered this festival
But my body refuses the orders
Music plays terribly loud
And burning pieces dance the round dance

The figure is stuck in retraction of light
All is left - uncomfortable answers
How important is the result of my job?
I don’t care now

But if I believe not to anyone’s unwritten rules
This piece of metal is my crucifixion
Night stars are my medals
I’m the pilot shot down, they’ve got to me

But if I believe not to anyone’s unwritten rules
This piece of metal is my crucifixion
Night stars are my medals
I’m the pilot shot down, they’ve got to me

But if I believe not to anyone’s unwritten rules
This piece of metal is my crucifixion
Night stars are my medals
I’m the pilot shot down, they’ve got to me


#72

Splean feat Bi-2 – P.S. Fellini

lines by Bi-2
lines by Splean
both

In one of Federico Fellini’s unfilmed movies
On a thin ice in a glass of martini
He takes heroine
She takes heroine
And a double solid line between them

It was hot between them just a second ago
And for now they’re splited by the snows of Kilimanjaro
Ammo in a girdle
With eyes on eye medicine
And they’re breathing in the poisonous air

You

You shouldn’t think of death
I want to find a letter in an empty envelope
And read it to you

In one of Federico Fellini’s unfilmed movies
There are snows of Kilimanjaro
He takes heroine
She takes heroine
And they’re breathing in the poisonous air

You shouldn’t think of death
I want to find a letter in an empty envelope
And read it to you

You shouldn’t think of death
I want to find a letter in an empty envelope
And read it to you


#73

Splean – Oncoming Lane

From the beginning ages, from the darkness of centuries
From myth, from tales. from legends
From the words once accidentally told
With an unknown accompaniment

We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going to the place everyone goes from

Have a look around an smile
Wipe the mirror with your hand and you won’t recognize the reflection
Call yourself home once you’re awake
And you’ll wake up only if you want to

And I don’t know how to help you
You’ve been born n tears and you’ll die of laugher
I had cut the tram wires, but the tram has left anyways

We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going to the place everyone goes from

I remember you not more often than the one lost in the woods remembers his home
I forget about you not more rarely than the night is forgotten once the sun rises
I’m hugging you, you’re a bit drunk and in a beautiful dress
The honk sounding, they honk to us, damn it!

We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going on the oncoming lane
We’re going to the place everyone goes from