Translation of the song lyrics Üksteist - J.M.K.E.

Üksteist (original)

Ma kõnnin mööda lõputult hargnevat teed.
Mind ümbritsevad kummalised ideed.
Nad uputan pilgeni peekrisse ja vaatan oodates tühjusesse.
Kui jõuan koju, siis on mul paha, vaid natuke armastust siis sinult tahan.
Viskan sitased riided masinasse, panen väikese tule kaminasse.
Istun köögilaua taga, mõtlen tüdrukust, keda ma ei vääri.
Mõtlen, miks on elu läinud nii.
Lõikan välja su pilte ajalehest, kuni käe külge kasvavad käärid,
ja ma ei suuda nuttagi.
Soovi mulle head, tule silita mu kõõmast pead.
Pühi oma tervendava käega eemale mu kurbus ja mu viha.
Istu voodile, võta mu pea oma kätele.
Ütle, kus me näin'd oleme üksteist.
Aegajalt tuleb märkmikust tõmmata maha mõne sõbra nimi, kes maetud on maha.
Uued nimed sinna kirjutan asemele, mis pole vajalikud mitte kellegile.
Pool elu möödub pohmellis, teine pool mäluaugus.
Mind ei kutsu enam kunagi lõpmatu kaugus.
Ma tahan vaid koju, tahan magada.
Tahan süüa ja telekat vaadata.
Ja ma ei otsi elu mõtet, sest ma leidsin ta üles juba ammu.
Ja kaotasin jälle ära vist.
Tuleb järjest rohkem pingutada, et iseendaga pidada sammu.
Oo, saatus, anna jaksamist.
Soovi mulle head, tule silita mu kõõmast pead.
Pühi oma tervendava käega eemale mu kurbus ja mu viha.
Anna mulle suud, ma olen purjus ja väsinud.
Ütle, millal kell saab üksteist.
Ülal pilve peal jumal kratsib oma haiget pead.
Avab oma esimese hommikuse õlle kell üksteist.
Vaatab alla sealt halli pilve serva pealt,
ja ütleb: «Inimesed, armastage ometi üksteist.»

(translation)

I walk along an endlessly branching road.
I am surrounded by strange ideas.
They dive into the beaker and look into the void, waiting.
When I get home, I'm sick, but I want a little love from you.
I throw flat clothes in the machine, put a small fire in the fireplace.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table, thinking of a girl I don't deserve.
I wonder why life has gone that way.
I'll cut out your pictures from the newspaper until scissors grow on your hand,
and I can't even cry.
Wish me good, come stroke my dandruff.
Wipe away my sorrow and my anger with your healing hand.
Sit on the bed, take my head in your hands.
Tell me where we're like each other.
From time to time, the name of a friend who has been buried must be removed from the notebook.
I will write new names there instead of those that are not needed by anyone.
Half of life is spent in a hangover, the other half in a memory hole.
I will never be called by infinite distance.
I just want to go home, I want to sleep.
I want to eat and watch TV.
And I'm not looking for the meaning of life, because I found it a long time ago.
And I guess I lost again.
More and more effort is needed to keep up with yourself.
Oh, fate, give up.
Wish me good, come stroke my dandruff.
Wipe away my sorrow and my anger with your healing hand.
Give me a mouth, I'm drunk and tired.
Tell me when it's time for each other.
Above the cloud, God scratches his sore head.
Opens your first morning beer at eleven o'clock.
Looking down from the edge of the gray cloud,
and says, "People, love one another."