Ich nutze meinen blog temporär, um anderen Beteiligten meine vorläufigen Übersetzungen der Liedtexte vom Album „Unter unserer Haut“ der Früchte Des Zorns zukommen zu lassen. Kommentare dringend erwünscht! Wenn ihr mitmachen wollt, tragt euch im Doodle ein
Nothing’s In Vain
With a stack of paper, you stand at the subway station.
Armed with words, printed at the copy-shop.
They shall shake this world, and its humans
That you love
And sometimes hate.
People take the paper, fold it into their pocket
Or into the trash can, and pass by without a word.
You are hit by their sneers, while others are hit by bombs
And you stay there
For a long time
First come the news, then comes the movie
And most people have already forgotten the news then.
And all your sorrows, and the sleepless nights,
Are not embarrassing.
No, they are beautiful!
And the dreams in your head, that you shake way too often,
they are not unrealistic.
No, they are beautiful!
Are you man or woman? It echoes down the street.
Contempt in their looks, violence in their words.
And you become the canvas they project their dirty film on,
while all you want, is to have your peace.
And tomorrow you’ll ask yourself, if you dress pretty,
or save yourself from the hassle.
And on the news, they always speak of “Terror”.
While you think to yourself “I know what that means”.
And all your love, and your desires, they are not sick,
No, they are beautiful!
And the twinkle on your temples, which is only make-up
Because your daily life doesn’t provide it
It is beautiful!
You argue with your husband about racist jokes.
You’re sick of talking, your mouth is sore.
The world seems frozen, and full of idiots,
while you look for change, and how to achieve it.
And on the news, they’re counting the dead,
while look for those who are still alive.
And all your hope, and your deeds, they aren’t stupid,
No, they are beautiful!
And your perseverance, in a world that smothers us,
It isn’t naive, no, it is beautiful!
The loneliness you feel, between many people
is the discontent with this world.
And your fury about those that don’t know the difference between “peaceful” and “pacified”
and all your tears, they are beautiful!
And everything makes sense, every second. (eventuell „minute“, ist wohl gebräuchlicher)
Nothing’s in vain, Nothing is lost!
We are alive, feel your heart beat.
Nothing’s in vain, Nothing is lost!
