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Nella speranza che qualcuno ti consoli
con l'ignoranza di chi dorme sugli allori
hai preso un appuntamento con l'eterno
e il bene ha fatto della terra questo inferno
e no, tu no, tu non me lo sai dire
la questione è solo che non vuoi morire
e no, io no, io non lo so per certo
ma io a vederti un po' morire mi diverto!
Dio non esiste, lasciatelo dire
è una morale per me, un amorale
non ci pensare e continua a camminare
è una morale per me, un'amorale!
Con l'arroganza di chi prende e decide per me
lascio al giudizio di voi, che voi sapete qual è
il prossimo atto di amore universale
non voglio giudicare senza una morale
e no, tu no, tu non lo sai perché
e non ti offendere se mi metto a gridare
che no, io no, non decido io per te
hai il cervello perso fra il dire e il fare
dio non esiste, lasciatelo dire
é una morale per me, un amorale
non ci pensare e continua a camminare
è una morale per me, un amorale
se dio non esiste non esiste il male
ed è normale per te che lo sai fare
non ti fermare e continua a viaggiare
che è necessario per chi è stanco di aspettare.
English
The Amoral
In the hope that someone will comfort you
with the ignorance of those who rest on their laurels
you fixed an appointment with the Eternal
and Good has made a Hell out if this Earth,
but no, you can't, you really can't explain it,
the point is simply that you don't want to die,
and no, I don't, I don't know for sure
but I enjoy myself watching you die a bit!
[chorus]
God doesn't exist, let it be told to you
it is a moral [judgment] of mine, he is an amoral.
Don't think about it and just keep walking
it is a moral of mine, he is an amoral.
[chorus]
With the same arrogance of those who decide for you
I leave to your judgment the next act of universal love,
since you know what that means
I don't want to judge if "i don't have a moral system".
But no, you don't, you really don't know why
and don't be offended if i start shouting
that no, I don't, I don't decide for you
your thoughts are lost between what you say and what you do
[chorus]
God doesn't exist, let it be told to you
it is a moral [judgment] of mine, he is an amoral.
Don't think about it and just keep travelling
because it's necessary to those who're tired of waiting
[end chorus]
Ok hope the English translation made sense
"Every luxury has a deep price. Every indulgence, a cosmic cost. Each fiber of pleasure you experience causes equivalent pain somewhere else. This is the first law of emodynamics [sic]. Joy can be neither created nor destroyed. The balance of happiness is constant.
Fact: Every time you eat a bite of cake, someone gets horsewhipped.
Facter: Every time two people kiss, an orphanage collapses.
Factest: Every time a baby is born, an innocent animal is severely mocked for its physical appearance. Don't be a pleasure hog. Your every smile is a dagger. Happiness is murder.
Vote "yes" on Proposition 1321. Think of some kids. Some kids."
February 23, 2015 at 11:59 am (This post was last modified: February 23, 2015 at 12:11 pm by Norman Humann.)
Luke, that reminds me.
Polish
Lao Che - Hydropiekłowstąpienie
Słuchaj, Noe
Chciałbym na słówko:
Wiesz, tak między nami,
to jestem człowiekiem zaniepokojonym.
By nie rzec: rozczarowanym.
Bo miałem ambicję stworzyć
taką rezolutną rasę,
a wyście to tak po ludzku
spartolili.
I teraz jestem piekielnie sfrustrowany
Płyń, płyń Noe płyń.
Żyj, a utop to kim byłeś.
Płyń, płyń Noe płyń.
Żyj, jak nawet nie śniłeś.
Wiesz, jak nie lubię radykałów.
Wiesz?
Ale, na Boga, nie spałem całą noc
i podjąłem decyzję:
Zsyłam na Ziemię potop,
mój mały Noe,
mój Ptysiu Miętowy.
Ja zsyłam potop
Utopię waszą utopię.
Utopię waszą utopię
Ja
Utopię waszą utopię
Utopię w potopie.
Zarządzam pełne zanurzenie
Utopię waszą utopię
Utopię w potopie.
Hydropiekłowstąpienie!
Zatem, utonie wszystko:
Drogi i mosty kołowe,
gospodarstwa domowe,
urzędy skarbowe.
Powiadam: wszystko.
Za wyjątkiem ciebie, chłopaku.
Wypływasz jutro
Bandżur pakuj!
Wybrałem ciebie bo...
Tak właściwie to nie wiem
dlaczego ciebie wybrałem.
Chciałem tylko, żebyś był fajny.
I żeby ktoś kiedyś mógł powiedzieć:
Był Noe,
Noe, gość co się czasem spinał,
ale uwierzył
i gdy szedł po gnoju
smród już się go nie imał!
Płyń, chłopaku, płyń!
płyń, nie odwracaj główki
chłopaku płyń!
A ja
English
Lao Che - a watery descent to hell*
Listen, Noah
I'd like a word with you
You know, between you and me
I'm a distressed man
Not to say: disappointed.
Because I had an ambition to create
such a clever race
and you just so humanly,
humanly messed it up.
And now I'm hellishly frustrated.
Sail, sail, Noah, sail.
Live and drown who you used to be
Sail, sail, Noah, sail.
Live like you've never even dreamed.
You know how I hate radicals.
You know?
But, by god, I didn't sleep all night
and reached a decision:
I'm sending a flood to earth,
my little Noah.
my mint cream puff (lol)
I'm sending a flood.
[chorus]
I'll drown your utopia
I'll drown it in a flood
I command a full submersion
I'll drown your utopia
a watery descent to hell*
So, eveything shall drown:
roads and bridges
households,
tax offices.
I say: everything.
Except for you, boy.
You're leaving tomorrow
Pack your things!
[chorus]
I chose you, because...
Actually I don't know why I chose you.
I just wanted you to be cool.
And someone to say someday:
There was Noah,
Noah, a guy who would sometimes be nervous
but he believed
and when he walked on shit
the smell didn't follow him
Sail, boy, sail!
Sail, don't turn around
sail, boy
And I'll
[chorus]
*The title is word play. The ascension to heaven is called wniebowstąpienie. Here it is piekłowstąpienie - descent to hell, with the prefix hydro.
The words "I'll drown" and "utopia" (in dativ) are the same, also.
(February 23, 2015 at 4:16 am)Alex K Wrote: well and there's this (NSWF)
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell