Tagadim-tagadam
viața-i un maidan
pe-o autostradă
Conduci ca o moaca’n dimineata asta, o sa pierd trenu’.
Nu din cauza mea il pierzi, ci din cauza ta,
a jumatatii de ora
petrecuta in pat, degeaba,
dupa ce ceasul a sunat desteptarea.
Ba cred ca nu, pe tine te-apuica dusul la wc de fiecare data
cand trebioe sa plecam!
Faci din exceptie regula, madam!
Iar tu trebuie sa ai tot timpul dreptate, nu? Smart ass, that’s who you are!
Fuck it, man!
Did you say fuck you?
No. I said fuck it!
You know something, te-ai invatat sa vorbesti ca un birjar!
Iar tu o tii intr-una, trance-tranca,vorbe fara rost!
Auzi, am ajuns sa ma injuri!
N-auzi ca am zis fuck it, femeie? Ori nu mai auzi?
The serpent with two eyes,
one yellow, one red,
dragonul nascut pe-autostrada
plina de vii, punctata de morti,
ne fug anii de sub noi pe roti,
in timp ce
eu fug, fug, fug,
tu fugi fugi fugi,
spre nimicul final,
fugind prin nimicul actual.
Fuck it, man!
One eye popping out, arrested,
its yellow venom dripping down,
one eye sunking in, bloody, congested,
the smokey drgaon of the Lord of Drive,
living in his castle of motion,
huge building without walls
Tagadam-tagadim,
Moartea e cucoana mare
Cu fundu’n cinci viteze,
Cu cracii’n patru roti,
Totul e nimic
Gros, adanc, in perpetua miscare,
Soarele e prins pe bolta
In trei pioneze
Tagadim-tagadam,
eu crestin, el musulman
amandoi marcati ca vitele,
la islaz,
identitatile inca sfaraind pe pielea parlita,
marcata de jugul cu carbuni al sistemului
You’re afraid of the system,
he writes to me,
You’re scared of their punch,
They record everything,
They leave you with no hunch,
They are the substitute for god,
They’re the baddest of the bad
Stand up and talk,
Raise your voice,
Curse,
Fight back,
Die!
Islamul si Crestinismmul au aceleasi radacini, el zice,
Fratele meu se duce la Mecca, el zice,
La sarbatoarea profetului Abraham, el zice,
Hold on, this is our guy, the biblic Abraham, I say
The guy with lots of wives, plenty of mojo, I say
You see, he sais,
We’re the same
Aggressive in difference,
Quiet in identity
Tadgadam-tagadim,
Carnivore in cutii de table,
Gonind spre daily unsafe havens,
With our violence justified,
By our needs to move,
To act,
To speed up,
Towards our own nothingness.
Modernism,
Paganism,
Simturi vesnic flamande,
Ochi vesnic deschisi,
Marsave creaturi,
Oameni mici, oameni mari,
criminali,
We are serial killers,
Ferocious carnivores who don’t stop at eating for need,
They need to gorge in for pleasure
Why the fuck they stopped?
Da, ce dracului se-intampla?
They just like to look, man,
They enjoy a brother in distress!
Suntem maimute curioase,
Scarmam prin cenusa mortii dupa palpairi de viata,
We don’t give the life,
We just take it,
Or shorten it
We won’t stop till we make sure
we seeded the destruction,
we won’t stop till we make sure
the death is an ominous shadow
on a sunny patch of grass
Tagadim-tagadam
What? The stupid cats are out? Who the heck let them out?
No, no, cand am plecat erau okay.
You better watch your language, son
No, dad, I didn ‘t mean that
You fucking moron,
I hate you
I wish you dead,
You think that if you’re my boss you can control me,
You can annihilate me?
Ce dracului e cariera decat o vorba goala ca sa tii natafletii
Pe jarul muncii?
Do I make the money?
No
Do you make the money?
No
Does he make the money?
Yes. His wife is cheating on him. E bolnav de cancer. He’s done
Life is fair.
Tagadam-tagadim
Viata e un tobogan
Spre moarte.
It’s been years, or better minutes, or better seconds,
Or better nothing in between,
Since I was young
Si visam
And I was dreaming
The fiery sand of Las Vegas
Arizona in flacari,
Canioanele pline cu apa oceanului antagonizat
De pielea uscata a planetei
A car undulating its body,
Alluring the night ghost,
On the endless, dark road
Transparenta, translucida,
Goala ca promisiunea vietii de apoi,
Un pieton a calcat cu stangul
in balta de lumina a strazii,
Lasata de ploaia zilei
It’s the rain of my undone promises,
Of my shattered dreams,
The puddle of my memories,
Easily evaporated
In the scorch of the forgetfulness
It’s the repeatable identity,
Of my irrepetable life
Traim numai o data,
What’s the hurry,
Ce-I atata graba?
Trage de timp,
Hold off the exit
From the highway
Better moving without purpose,
Than dead, still, stiff,
Aneantizat
Frumos cuvant,
splendida jacheta,
pentru un act brutal
Tagadam-tagadim
Alunec spre vadul adanc
Al vietii mele
Cu moarte,
Al tinereteii mele
Cu batranete
Looking in the back window
To see the car behind me,
Take a good look at
the asshole who keeps honking,
descopar un strain
Uitandu-se la mine cu ochii mari, adanci, obositi
Looks like me,
He is me.
Is that you?
Maybe, I don’t know
Nu stiu exact ce vreau,
Deocamdata ma uit pe cer,
Cool, white clouds,
Albi si creti ca oile,
Din curtea bunicilor
Pe ca nu i-am cunoscut,
Dar i-am avur cu siguranta.
Every single human being
Who breathed the scarce air
Of this stifling planet
Had a pair of parents,
Two pairs of grandparents,
Mayne not breathing the air of the planet,
In the same time with them
Traiesc prezentul
Hurrraaaayyy!
I’m free!
Are you?
Am I?
Tagadam-tagadim
Is that all?
Asta e tot?
Viata neroada
Pe-o autostrada
