Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, back in that hole

Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
Collected up some baby blasted mothers
They took their chances and for a while
They lived quite happily up there

He came from New York City, man
But he couldn’t take the pace
He thought it was like a dog eat dog world
But he went to San Francisco
Spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Franciscan girl

I can hear my mother wailing
And a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, back in that hole
(I want you to dig
I want you to dig)

Yeah, New York City, he had to get out of there
And San Francisco, well, I don’t know
And then to LA, where he spent about a day
He thought even the pale sky-stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like Ms Boo and Ms Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took pot shots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his prayers

I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, back in that hole
(I want you to dig
I want you to dig
I want you to dig)

Well New York City man,
San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean: he, he never asked to be raised up from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams

Anyway, to cut a long story short
Fame finally found him
Mirrors became his torturers
Cameras snapped him at every chance
The women all went back to their homes
And their husbands
Secret smiles in the corners of their mouths

He ended up, like so many of them do, back in the streets of New York City
In a soup queue
A dope fiend
A slave
Then prison
Then the mad house
Then the grave
Oh poor Larry

But what do we really know of the dead
And who actually cares?

Well I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, Lazarus
Dig yourself, back in that hole
(I want you to dig
I want you to dig
I want you to dig)

Prevod na srpski

Kopaj, Lazare, kopaj!!!

Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu

Leri je svio gnezdo gore u jesenjim granama
Izgrađeno od ničega sem velikih nada i vazduha
Sakupio gore neke bebama rasturene majke
One su okušale svoju sreću i neko vreme
Živeše sasvim srećno tamo gore

On je došao iz Njujorka, čoveče
Ali nije mogao pratiti taj tempo
On je smatrao da je to jedan svet u kojem čovek je čoveku vuk
Te je otišao u San Francisko
Proveo godinu dana u oblacima
Sa nekom slatkom malom sanfranciskankom

Čujem svoju majku kako cvili
I mnogo škripanja stolica

Ne znam o čemu se radi, ali na spratu se definitivno nešto dešava
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu
(Hoću da kopaš
Hoću da kopaš)

Da, Grad Njujork, morao je da ode odatle
I San Francisko, pa ne znam
I onda u LA, gde je proveo otprilike jedan dan
Smatrao je da su čak i blede nebeske zvezde dovoljno pametne da se Los Anđelesa klone

U međuvremenu je Leri smislio imena za dame
Kao što su Gđica Buu i Gđica Brza
Nagomilavao je oružje i nasumice pucao u vazduh
Pirovao je nad njihovim krasnim telima kao neki ludak
I zamotavao se njihovom mekom žutom kosom

Čujem pojanje i bajanje
A neki tip u svojim molitvama mene spominje

Ne znam o čemu se radi, ali na spratu se definitivno nešto dešava
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu
(Hoću da kopaš
Hoću da kopaš
Hoću da kopaš)

Ma, čovek iz Njujorka
San Franciska, LA-a, ne znam ja
Ali Leri je postajao sve više neurotičan i skaradan
Mislim: on, on nikad nije tražio da bude dignut iz groba
Hoću da kažem, ustvari nikad niko nije tražio od njega da se odrekne svojih snova

U svakom slučaju, da skratim priču
Slava ga je konačno pronašla
Ogledala postadoše njegovi mučitelji
Kamere su ga hvatale kad god su mogle
One žene sve su se svojim kućama vratile
A njihovi muževi
Tajni osmesi u uglovima njihovih usana

Kao mnogi njemu slični, on je završio nazad na ulicama Njujorka
U redu za supu
Narkoman
Rob
Onda zatvor
Pa ludnica
Pa grob
Oh jadan Leri

Ali, šta mi ustvari znamo o mrtvima
I koga je to uistinu briga?

Ne znam o čemu se radi, ali na spratu se definitivno nešto dešava
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, Lazare
Ukopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu
(Hoću da kopaš
Hoću da kopaš
Hoću da kopaš)

SpringPrevedene pesmeNick CaveDig yourself, Lazarus Dig yourself, Lazarus Dig yourself, Lazarus Dig yourself, back in that hole Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air Collected up some baby blasted mothers They took their chances and for a while They lived quite happily up there He came from New York...Profesionalni prevodi vaših omiljenih pesama. Translation of Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, ex-YU lyrics, poems etc. All Eurovision Lyrics