Undertow

the patient · Wysłany: Czw Lip 06, 2006 8:37 pm Temat postu: Undertow

Tutaj piszemy nasze interpretacje utworów tłumaczenia z płyty Undertow.

intolerance •

I don't want to be hostile.
I don't want to be dismal.
But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.
See
I want to believe you,
and I want to trust
and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.

But you lie, cheat, and steal.
And yet
I tolerate you.
Veil of virtue hung to hide your method
while I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your praise and glory.
Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
as I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your glory
while you
lie, cheat, and steal.
How can I tolerate you.

Our guilt,our blame ,
I've been far too sympathetic.
Our blood, our fault.
I've been far too sympathetic.

I am not innocent.
You are not innocent.
Noone is innocent.
02 prison sex •

It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.

Do unto others what has been done to you

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Released in this sodomy.
For one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now what has been done to me.

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come just a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
There's release in this sodomy.
For I am your witness that
blood and flesh can be trusted.
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

(Show me something
Thought I could make it end
Thought I could wash the stains away
Thought I could break the circle if I
Slipped right into your skin
So sweet was your surrender
We have become one
I have become my terror
And you my precious lamb and martyr.)

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
shit blood and cum on my hands.

I've come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
You look so precious.

Additional lyrics performed live.
Sometimes listed as Prison Sex (O.T.R.M.)
See Tool FAQ, Question F13.
03 sober •

There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called "must we"
just before the son has come.

Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.

I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.

I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.

Trust me.

Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.

Trust me.
04 bottom •

My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.

I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
but I survive on it,

and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.

Shit adds up at the bottom.

You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild

what's broken.
Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.

I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
at the bottom.
05 crawl away •

You crawled away from me.
Slipped away from me.

I tried to keep ahold,
but there was nothing I could say.
You slid and crept away
and there was nothing I could say.
So what you're trying to say
is you don't wanna play.

But what you want and what you need
doesn't mean fuck to me.

Because I can see your back is turning.
If I could I'd stick the knife in.

This is love.
This is my love for you.

Get up.

Now.

Say you won't go.
06 swamp song •

My warning meant nothing.
You're dancing in quicksand.

Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
You're wading knee deep and going in.
And you may never come back again.

This bog is thick and easy to get lost in

when you're a stupid,dumb ass, beligerant fucker.

I hope it sucks you down.

Wander in and wandering.
Noone even invited you in.

But still you stumble in stumbling.
So suffocate
or get out while you can.

Noone told you to come.

I hope it sucks you down.
07 undertow •

gone under two times.
I've been struck dumb by a voice that

speaks from deep
beneath the cold black water.
It's twice as clear as heaven,
and twice as loud as reason.
It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed
and just as undisturbing.

the currents mouth below me opens up around me.
suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.

But I'm so comfortable...Too comfortable.

shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up shut up shut up shut up
you're saturating me
So how could I let this bring me
back to my knees again again again

under for the third time.
I've been baptized by your voice.
it screams from deep beneath the endless water.
and it's half as high as heaven
and half as clear as reason.
it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed.

But I'm so comfortable.
Far too comfortable.
Why don't you kill me,
I'm weak and numb and insignificant,
and I'm back on my knees.
lost in euphoria.

I'm back down. I'm in the undertow.
I'm helpless and awake in the undertow.
I'll die within your undertow.
It seems there's no other way out of this undertow.

Euphoria.
08 4° •

Get up and free yourself from yourself.

Locked up inside you,
like the calm beneath castles,

is a cavern of treasures that
noone has been to.
Let's go digging.
Bring it out to take you back in.

You won't do what you'd like to do.

Lay back and let me show you another way.
I'll kill what you want me to,
take what's left and eat it.
Take all or nothing.
Life's just too short to push it away.
Take it all.

Take it all in.
All the way in.
Let it go.
Let it go in.
You won't feel what you'd like to feel.
Lay back and let me show you another way.

If you knock me down I'll come back running,
knock you down,
it won't be long now
All the way in.
All the way.

Take it up higher.
4 degrees warmer.
Give in now
and let me in.
You'll like this in
Don't pull it out.

It brings us closer than
dying and cancer and crying.
Come on .
You can take it all.
Just like that.
09 flood •

Here comes the water.

All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images

that no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
some order and sanity,
or something to comfort me.

So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,

suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come
and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind,
and climb to a new place now.

This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

Thought I was high, and free.
I thought I was there
divine destiny.

I was wrong.
This changes everything.

The water is rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.

The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me
in the water.
69 disgustipated •

And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then.

And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........

This is necessary.

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this.

You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.

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Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 8:41 am Temat postu:

intolerance

Nie chce byc wrogi
Nie chce byc ponury
Ale nie chce tez zgnic w obojetnosci
Widzisz
Chce Ci wierzyc
I chce ufac
I chce miec wiare by odlozyc sztylet

Ale ty klamiesz, oszukujesz, I kradniesz
I jeszcze
Toleruje Cie
Welon cnoty zawieszony by ukryc twoja metode
Kiedy sie raduje, smieje sie, I tancze
Kiedy wychwalam twoja czesc
Zaslona cnoty zawieszona by ukryc znamie
Kiedy sie raduje I smieje I tancze
Wychwalam twoja czesc
Kiedy Ty
Klamiesz, oszukujesz, I kradniesz
Jak moge Cie tolerowac

Nasza wina, nasze potepienie
Bylem za bardzo wyrozumialy
Nasza krew, nasze slabosci
Bylem za bardzo wyrozumialy

Nie jestem bez winy
Ty nie jestes bez winy
Nikt nie jest bez winy

nothing · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 8:48 am Temat postu:

....znow widze nabierasz szybkosci Very Happy

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 10:17 am Temat postu:

Prison Sex

Zajelo to wiele czasu by przypomniec sobie co sie stalo
Bylem wtedy taki mlody I dziewiczy
Wiesz to mnie boli,
Ale oddycham wiec zgaduje ze wciaz zyje
Nawet jesli znaki zdaja sie mowic co innego
Mialem zwiazane rece
Glowe spuszczona, oczy zamkniete
I gardlo szeroko otwarte

Czyn innym co zostalo zrobione tobie

Stapam po wodzie
Musze sie zdrzemnac na moment
Moja owco i meczenniku, wygladasz tak szlachetnie
Nie podejdziesz blizej,
Wystarczajaco blisko tak bym mogl cie poczuc ?
Potrzebuje Cie by to poczuc
Nie wytrwam zbyt dlugo plonac
Uwolniony w tej sodomii
Na jedna slodka chwile jestem caloscia

Czynie teraz Tobie co zostalo zrobione mi

Oddychasz wiec zgaduje ze wciaz zyjesz
Nawet jesli znaki zdaja sie mowic mi inaczej
Nie podejdziesz troszke blizej
Wystarczajaco blisko, tak bym mogl cie poczuc?
Potrzebuje Cie by to poczuc
Potrzebuje tego bym stal sie caloscia
Jest wyzwolenie w tej sodomii
Po to jestem Twym swiadkiem zeby
W krew I cialo mozna bylo ufac
I tylko ten jeden swiety srodek przynosi mi spokuj ducha

Miales zwiazane rece, glowe spuszczona
Oczy zamkniete
Wygladzasz tak szlachetnie

Pokaz mi cos
Myslalem ze moge to zakonczyc
Myslalem ze moge zmyc plamy
Myslalem ze moge przerwac to bledne kolo jesli
Wsliznal bym sie prosto w twa skore
Takim slodim bylo twoje poddanie sie
Stalismy sie jednoscia
Stalem sie moim terrorem
I ty jestes moja szlachetna owca I meczennikiem

Znalazlem jakis rodzaj tymczasowego zorsadku w tym
Gownie, krwim I spermie na mych dloniach

Zatoczylem pelne kolo
Moja owco I meczenniku, to sie wkrotce skonczy
Wygladasz tak szlachetnie

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 10:18 am Temat postu:

sorka myslalem ze za 1 razem nie pojdzie

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 10:54 am Temat postu:

Sober

Podaza za mna cien
Oslania kazdy wziety przeze mnie oddech
Robi kazda obietnice pusta
Wskazuje kazdy palec na mnie
Czekajac jak tropiony lokaj
Na ktorym spoczywaja palce
Kaleczy teraz sciezke zwana “musimy”
Tuz przed nadejsciem potomka

Jezu, nie bedziesz chyba teraz pieprzyl
O czyms co nalezy do przeszlosci ?

Dlaczego nie mozemy byc trzezwi
Chce to po prostu zakonczyc
Dlaczego nie mozemy pic bez konca.

Chce po prostu wszysko zakonczyc

Jestem tylko bezwartosciowym lgarzem
Jestem tylko imbecylem
Bede ci sprawial same klopoty
Zaufasz mi a rowniez polegniesz

Znajde w tobie srodek
Przezuje I wypluje
Bede pracowal by cie wyslawic
Wystarczajaco dlugo by cie sprowadzic na dno

Zaufaj mi

Matko Maryjo chyba nie szepniesz
O czyms co nalezy do przeszlosci?

Zaufaj mi

unc · Gość

sorka ale na dzisiaj to juz koniec - mam lenia zwiazanego z tym ze jade jutro na urlop - mam nadieje ze zrozumiecie Smile

pozdro - bede 21 na miejscu i jak juz sie ogarne z papeirami to zabiore sie za reszte - touch wood Smile

Zaratustra · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 1:29 pm Temat postu:

Sa to najlepsze tłumaczenia do Undertow jakie czytałem. No teraz Bottom to bedzie masakra Laughing

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 2:32 pm Temat postu:

Bottom wcale nie jest masakra - to prosty tekst Smile

za bradzo sie nudzilem jednak i postanowilem cos jedna k zrobic - no to macie Very Happy

Bottom

Moje wspolczucie zostalo teraz przerwane. Moja wola jest ograniczona
A moje pragnienia skradzione I to sprawia ze czuje sie paskudnie

Jestem rzucony na kolana I plone
Moje szczyny I jeki sa paliwem ktore rozpala moja glowe
Wiec poczuj jak plonie moja dusza
Jestem zlamany, rozgladam sie by ujrzec przeciwnika
Polknalem trucizne ktora mnie karmiles
Ale przetrwalem to
I pozostawilo mnie to karmionym wina, karmionym nienawiscia, karmionym slaboscia
I czuje sie paskudnie, I czuje sie martwym wewnatrz

Gowno rozrasta sie na dnie

Nie zostawiles mi innego wyboru niz wejsc do srodka I odbudowac
to co zostalo zepsute

Zbyt wiele, zbyt daleko, zbyt pozno by sie teraz poddac
Musze sie uzbroic by stanac z toba do walki
Aby zrobic bron z moich niedoskonalosci
To wszysto co mi pozostalo
Nie mam innego wyboru

Jestem teraz bezczelnym, ohydnym, niczym I nikim
Ale moja dusza musi byc nieugieta, dla mojego strachu jest naga
Jestem nagi i nieulekly
Ale martwy w srodku
Widzisz
NIenawisc, slabosc, I wina trzymaja mnie przy zyciu
Na dnie

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 2:49 pm Temat postu:

Crawl Away

Odpelzlas sie ode mnie
Wymknelas sie mi

Probowalem cie przytrzymac
Ale nie bylo nic co moglbym powiedziec

Wysliznelas sie I odpelzlas ode mnie
I nie bylo nic co moglbym powiedziec

Wiec probujesz powiedziec
Ze nie chesz juz sie w to bawic

Ale to czego chcesz I potrzebujesz
Chuja dla mnie nie znaczy

Poniewaz widze jak sie odwracasz plecami
Moglbym Ci wbic w nie noz

To jest milosc
To jesm moja milosc do Ciebie

Wstawaj
Teraz
Powiedz ze nie odejdziesz

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 3:09 pm Temat postu:

Swamp Song

Moje ostrzezenia nie znaczyly nic
Stapasz po kruchym gruncie
Dlaczego nie patrzysz
Gdzie sie wloczysz
Dlaczego nie patrzysz
kiedy sie potykasz
Brodisz po kolana I wchodzisz glebiej
I mozesz juz nigdy nie wrocic

To bagno jest glebokie I latwo sie w nim zgubic

Kiedy jestes glupkiem, debilem, najebanym chujem

Mam nadzieje ze cie wessie

Wloczysz sie i wloczysz
Nikt tu cie nawet nie zapraszal

A ty ciagle potykasz sie bladzac
Wiec udlaw sie
Albo wyjdz kiedy bedziesz mogl

Nikt nie mowil ze masz przyjsc
Mam nadzieje ze cie wessie

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 3:10 pm Temat postu:

i tyle - wiecej juz nie dam rady bo ide do domu i musze sie pakowac Smile

cya lads

nothing · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 5:16 pm Temat postu:

Bardzo dzieki i milego urlopu Very Happy

Zaratustra · Wysłany: Czw Sie 03, 2006 8:03 pm Temat postu:

Zawsze mi sie wydawało że tekst do "Dna" jest arcydługi, podoba sie, Tylko to odpełzłaś sie ode mnie... kosmetyczna sprawa Laughing

miłego urlopu.

unc · Gość

no zabraklo mi slow - crawl creep slid - wszystko to samo - no ale jak wroce to poprawie - koncze sie pakowa - hehe jurtro w domu Smile

no i gril w sobote a niedziela nad morze - Smile

- do wszystkich na koniec zrobie kosmetyczne poprawki - bo czesc teraz jak widzialem to mnie ze smichu lzy zalewaja - ale poprawki beda szczegolnie w 10 k days no i under tez - nad aeima sie skupie bardziej i nad reszta

c ya

Zaratustra · Wysłany: Sob Sie 05, 2006 11:02 am Temat postu:

No te poprawki to już szczegół, miłego wypoczynku Wink

Jak będziesz tłumaczyć wtakim tempie to Aenima i Lateralus przelecą i nawet nie zauważe Laughing

kulawa · Wysłany: Pią Sie 11, 2006 7:51 am Temat postu:

ummm... wydaje mi sie, ze w tłumaczeniu "Sober" jest mały błąd leksykalny. "Start things over" - o ile się orientuję - oznacza zacząć coś od początku, a nie zakończyć.

Zaratustra · Wysłany: Pią Sie 11, 2006 2:24 pm Temat postu:

A nie zastanawielem sie nad tym nawet. Moze chodzi o to zeby zakanczac jednak... poddaje sie Very Happy

Unconditional_One · Wysłany: Sob Sie 12, 2006 6:20 pm Temat postu:

to wszystko co mam. · Wysłany: Wto Cze 22, 2010 4:30 pm Temat postu:

bardzo ciekawe tłumaczenia. dzieki za nie, fajnie że to robisz.
nie wiem jak to się ma do tego o czym są te utwory, ale tłumaczenia mi się podobają. dzieki.
poza bottom. te jest tylko dobre:D
poza tym wiem o czym jest ten utwór, więc ciężko mi jest łyknąc to tłumaczenie
i faktycznie, tak jak zdaje się koleżanka powyżej wspomniała, tekst jest dłuższy i nie tak prosty jak się koledze wydaje:D
ale szacun jak to mówią i dzięki za to co jest/ jest ok. dobrze poczytać.