ALBUM: "The Future"
GODINA: 24. November 1992
SONGWRITER: Leonard Cohen
VIDEO:
PRIJEVOD PJESME
BUDUĆNOST
Vrati mi moju narušenu noć
Moju ozrcaljenu sobu, moj tajni život
Pusto je ovdje.
Nema više nikoga za mučiti
Daj mi potpunu kontrolu
Nad svakom živom dušom
I lezi uz mene, dušo,
To je naredba!
Daj mi cracka i analni seks
Uzmi jedino drvo što je ostalo
I zaguraj ga u rupu
U svojoj kulturi
Vrati mi Berlinski zid
Daj mi Staljina i svetog Pavla
Vidio sam budućnost, brate,
To je ubojstvo.
Stvari će kliziti, kliziti u svim smjerovima
Neće biti ničega
Ničega što bi više mogao izmjeriti
mećava, mećava svijeta
Prešla je prag
I preokrenula je
Red duše
Kad kažu: pokajte se! Pokajte se!
Pitam se što su mislili
Kad kažu: pokajte se! Pokajte se!
Pitam se što su mislili
Kad kažu: pokajte se! Pokajte se!
Pitam se što su mislili
Ne razlikuješ mene od vjetra
Nikad nećeš, nikad nisi
Ja sam mali Židov
Koji je napisao Bibliju
Vidio sam uspone i padove naroda
Čuo sam njihove priče, sve sam ih čuo
Ali ljubav je jedini pogon preživljavanja
Tvoj sluga ovdje, njemu je rečeno
Da to jasno kaže, da to kaže hladno:
Gotovo je, ne ide
Dalje
I sad su kotači neba stali
Osjećaš sotonin navirući uzgoj
Priredi se za budućnost:
To je ubojstvo.
Stvari će kliziti...
Doći će do sloma drevnog
Zapadnjačkog kodeksa
Tvoj će privatni život odjednom eksplodirati
Bit će prikaza
Bit će vatri na putu
I bijeli će ljudi plesati
Vidjet ćeš ženu
kako visi naglavačke
Njezina obilježja prekrivena njezinom spuštenom haljinom
I svi jadni mali pjesnici
Skupljat će se
Pokušavajući zvučati kao Charlie Manson
I bijeli će ljudi plesati
Vratite mi Berlinski zid
Dajte mi Staljina i svetoga Pavla
Dajte mi Krista
Ili mi dajte Hirošimu
Uništite još jedan fetus sada
Ne volimo djecu ionako
Vidio sam budućnost, dušo,66
To je ubojstvo.
Stvari će kliziti...
Kad kažu: Pokajte se! Pokajte se!...
ORIGINAL LYRICS
THE FUTURE
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
It is murder.
Things are going to slide...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide...
When they said REPENT REPENT.