Ultramelanhool - Ilusat und Hr.Insener
Üks insener astub kui tehasesaali
Kell näitab mööduvat aega ta käel
Mantel, mis langeb tal õlgadelt maani
Rahulik naeratus väsinud näol Ja siis sellel päeval, kui insener tööle
Ei tule ja tehasehoov tuiskab lund
Masinad tiksuvad õnne ta teele
Ja näevad tast öösiti ilusat und Need, kes siin töötavad magavad ammu
Masinad tiksuvad järjest ja reas
Insener kuulatab kajavat sammu
Kingadelt jalas ja arvutab peas
Sekundeid aastaid ja mööduvaid tunde
Kaua neid masinaid näha veel saab
Mantli alt põuest ta avastab tunde
Valge kui lume, mis embab kord maad
Päeval, mil insener enam ei näegi
Tiksuvat terast, mis hingele hell
Aeg võtab rattaid nii hooldava käegi
Kindlalt kui täpne ja armutu kell Ja siis sellel päeval, kui insener tööle
Ei tule ja tehasehoov tuiskab lund
Masinad tiksuvad õnne ta teele
Ja näevad tast öösiti ilusat und Siis kusagil sügaval aurus ja rõhus
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Tohutus masinas, tiirlevas õhus
Kuullaagri pronksiselt läikivas keres
Rataste, mutrite kooskõlas ärkab
Tilluke mõtte ja tundmise hetk
Tehase südames aeglased tärkab
Nukrus, mis pisaraiks jahutusvett
Valab kui trafode vahele kurbus
Mõistab, et insener, isa kord läeb
Ja edasi tast tema kellale kurgus
Pitsitus tuhandeid aastaid veel näeb Ja siis sellel päeval, kui insener tööle
Ei tule ja tehasehoov tuiskab lund
Masinad tiksuvad õnne ta teele
Ja näevad tast öösiti ilusat und Rahulik naeratus silmade hallis
Sädeleb ikka veel, insener teab
Need tema masinad, kõik, mis tal kallis
Ka viimasel hetkel tal hoiavad pead Ja siis sellel päeval, kui insener tööle
Ei tule ja tehasehoov tuiskab lund
Masinad tiksuvad õnne ta teele
Ja näevad tast öösiti ilusat und
Ilusat und, ilusat und, ilusat und, ilusat und hr. insener
Ilusat und! Submitter's comments: That'll be difficult to translate, alternative translations will be more than welcome since although I know the meanings of these words I don't know their english counterparts.
Ultramelanhool - Sweet dreams Mr.Insener (English translation)
An insener steps into factoryhall
Clock on his wrist shows the passing time
An overcoat reaches from shoulders to ground
Calm smile on a weary face
And then on that day when the insener
Won't come to work and the factory-yards ruled by blizzard
The machines will tick for luck on his path
And at night they'll have sweet dreams of him
The ones, who work here, are long since asleep
The machines tick successively and in a row
The insener listens the echoing footsteps
From shoes he's wearing and calculates by heart
The seconds, the years, the passing hours
How long he'll be able to see these machines
From his chest below the overcoat he discovers a feeling
As white as the snow, that'll embrace the land
And on that day when the Insener won't see
The ticking steel, that's so gentle to ones soul
The time will even take this hand, that's so caring towards wheels,
(It'll take it) strictly and punctually as a merciless clock
And then on that day when the insener
Won't come to work and the factory-yards ruled by blizzard
The machines will tick for luck on his path
And at night they'll have sweet dreams of him
Then, somewhere deep in steam and pressure
Between pistons and inside the platesUltramelanhool - Ilusat und Hr.Insener - http://motolyrics.com/ultramelanhool/ilusat-und-hrinsener-lyrics-english-translation.html
In the gigantic machine, in swirling air
In ball-bearings body that shines like bronze
In the harmony of wheels and nuts
A tiny thought and moment of emotion awakens
In the heart of a factory slowly buds
Sadness, with cooling water as it's tears
Pours down the sadness between converters
Realises, that the insener, the father, will once leave
And after that his clock will feel in his throat
The squeeze of sadness for thousands of years
And then on that day when the insener
Won't come to work and the factory-yards ruled by blizzard
The machines will tick for luck on his path
And at night they'll have sweet dreams of him
Calm smile in his gray eyes
Is still shining, the insener knows
All of his machines, all that's so precious
Will support his head up 'til his end
And then on that day when the insener
Won't come to work and the factory-yards ruled by blizzard
The machines will tick for luck on his path
And at night they'll have sweet dreams of him
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams mr. insener
Sweet dreams!