A raw, awkwardly translated lyric about obsession as a terminal illness.
A raw, awkwardly translated lyric about obsession as a terminal illness.
The awkward English syntax does a lot of the work here.
'You it is mine badly' and 'I am gotten depressed' aren't just translation errors; they sound like someone trying to articulate a feeling that's breaking their language.
A raw, awkwardly translated lyric about obsession as a terminal illness.
My problem is you.
The awkward English syntax does a lot of the work here. 'You it is mine badly' and 'I am gotten depressed' aren't just translation errors; they sound like someone trying to articulate a feeling that's breaking their language. It lands closer to a diary entry than a crafted pop lyric.
The phrase 'My problem is you' repeats like a stuck thought, a simple declaration that won't let go. It answers a kind of exhausted pressure, the point where love or obsession stops being a feeling and becomes a diagnosis. When he calls the person 'My cancer, My stream bed of death,' it's not a metaphor he's shaping for art, it's the only heavy, physical thing he can grab to explain how this feels.
It's a flat, unadorned statement that gets heavier each time it returns. There's no argument or justification, just the fact of the problem sitting there.
The blunt, repetitive chant of 'My problem is you' cuts through the cluttered phrasing around it.
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Still I think,
As it could have had everything what I wanted,
And when I remember,
That everything what I wanted I was to have a new possibility,
I repent myself…It always cried,
When it saw that its face was humid with its tears,
But this will go to finish, because I go in front, go until the end…
My problem is you…
My problem is you…
I could die, I could lie, commit abuse, kill or try...
My problem is you…
All the people are happy when they think about the future and when they know that they can decide its more difficult problems…
But I not, because I know that my problem...
My problem is you…
My problem is you…
I could die, I could lie, commit abuse, kill or try...
My problem is you…
You it is mine badly,
My serious illness,
My cancer,
My stream bed of death,
My death,
My weakness,
My force,
My life
Power that make me go until the end.
My problem is you…
My problem is you…
I could die, I could lie, commit abuse, kill or try...
My problem is you…
I am gotten depressed,
because I love you excessively,
and do not obtain to resist its look…
you leaves me badly…
My problem is you…
A raw, awkwardly translated lyric about obsession as a terminal illness. The awkward English syntax does a lot of the work here. 'You it is mine badly' and 'I am gotten depressed' aren't just translation errors; they sound like someone trying to articulate a feeling that's breaking their language.
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