PIXELS - December traducere romana

 

Romana

Stiu un loc in care cerul este o patura de gri,
Unde gandurile tale nu se transforma niciodata in lucrurile pe care le spui,
Unde minciunile din capul tau alearga in jurul patului tau drag,
Transformand adevarul in ceva asociat cu frica.
Este timpul sa te lovesti de faptul ca ea a plecat
Si in timp, sa intelegi toate lucrurile care au mers prost.
Acum mergi in jos, pe strada, fara sa stii ca picioarele tale
Ating pulsul pe care inima ta, candva, obijnuia sa-l bata.
Este sfarsit de joc si te bucuri sa o stii
Cand aerul rece circula, promitand zapada,
Si lampile stralucesc portocaliu, inapoi, pe strada.
Autobuzul tau este aici, este putin cam tarziu, ar trebui sa pleci...

Nu are rost sa iti amintesti zilele insorite,
Este un Decembrie sumbru,
Nu are rost sa iti amintesti de imbratisarea ei calda,
Este un decembrie sumbru.

Si acum incet, precum iarna ce se lasa,
Abandonezi orice vis confortabil cu ea,
"Ochii care nu se vad, se uita" e cea ce continui sa-ti spui,
Dar stii al naibii de bine ca acesta nu este modul in care joci.
Continui sa mergi pe strada pustie,
Gasindu-ti refugiu in aceste campuri infinite de beton
Si in curbele anilor, care nu sunt niciodata la fel,
Dar crapaturile, in pavaj, inca pronunta numele ei,
Si, cat timp lumina inca arde, nu pare sa fie vreun apus,
Sau orice crapatura in nori, prin care o raza sa straluceasca,
Si trecatorii nu au nici o speranta in ochi,
Cum ca ar cadea primul fulg de zapada din cerul acestei nopti.

Nu are rost sa iti amintesti zilele insorite,
Este un Decembrie sumbru,
Nu are rost sa iti amintesti de imbratisarea ei calda,
Este un decembrie sumbru.

 

Engleza

I know a place where the sky is a blanket of grey
Where your thoughts never turn into the things that you say
Where the lies in your head run 'round your sweet bed
Turn the truth into a thing associated with dread
It's high time you come to grips with the fact that she's gone
And in time understand all the things that went wrong
Now you walk down the street unaware that your feet
Tap the pulse that your heart once used to beat.
It's game over, and you glad that you know,
As the air runs cold with the promise of snow,
And the lamps glow Orange on the street below,
Your bus is here it's kinda' late, you should probably go...

There's no point to remember the sunny days,
It's a bleak December
There's no point to remember her warm embrace,
It's a bleak December

And now slowly as winter steps in
You abandon any dream of comfort therein.
Out of sight out of mind that's what you keep on sayin'
But you know damn well it ain't the way you playin'.
You keep on walking on the barren street
Finding refuge in these endless fields of concrete
And in the winding ave's that are never the same
But the cracks in the pavement still spell out her name
And as the light still burns there's no promise of dawn
Or any crack in the clouds where a light can be shone,
And the passersby have no hope in their eyes
As the first flake of snow falls from these night skies.

There's no point to remember the sunny days,
It's a bleak December
There's no point to remember her warm embrace,
It's a bleak December