All4Ɇn wrote:Heat-Haze Days/Daze (Häteslöjerdager)
I finally got around to your request qwed and man was that difficult to translate! Definitely a great exercise in testing out Thrinn syntax and got to create quite a few new words too
An 15er Åguste, än 12t30 an äghermiddage
Vas þat veðer endmåðluft gale
Äg awem þara besjukendna streala þer blundendner sóvler
Prattede ig miþ þig, hvir hað ig nen ánsat gären
„Nå þ’vast, þat hatje ig býdg sumar“
Mildet þu möðig bi katte streaken
Agg, va þu spúrdet þaðen katte, bi stet hir aw þir und
Äg se sprang av, vas se åmpella, se geged gälla röðe
Awem gånd kam slaðer äg slo þig, bi sröptet þu und
Ter þin svakk, nu mängerd miþ sprevra bloð, held mig
Im döne ljoginga, sa dönd þer häter slahhede: „þat ist ħald triw!“
Þarägher, samb vird ljöðkenverk sriter, svark þat bleve ljúħt sumars
Ig erslépte mig an minem rume furem sluðe tekkender klokner
Hven timen hav man nu?
Av an 14er Åguste, tidt ö ägher 12 an murgene,
Og ig þat sluð hönd ängrends ljöðkens
Ög þ’vast, þat ist þat litild kómske
Gester in dröme sa ig uns in þaðem exakten þeselven park uns raßen
„Hvo gåhem vir nu in hus nen?“
Se sekunde, þat geng þu þen veg av, lannen alle awem uns sig
Þa höfde upp viþat himn äg ughneden þer kinner
Av aw þaðem himne fell ißrenstange,
Se paste emmend þina korpe jan
Sa sluð skelna äg þínra ünðenra undsröpinga fülde þer burer iþer þara parkskoga
In þaðer endnatürligen szene
Slahhede se skimrende häte: „þat ist þat zake mal!“
Bi smirv mine siħt jan, blinkte ig þinen profil äg þängde, þat seħe ig þig smilen
Zifrennerlössa tiðer hav ig
Iner slahhenden häte samb þat jansvurker
Þat zykel hav sið jértenem srügkuðer
An ig þängde þat sið langer tiðer
In þaðer arde klißjeigs stägs
A þar annig an änd vesen
Hinder þaðen srügkoðenden sumardag a þat begären
Gånd þrukte ig þig fursiða äg sprang anen gaten;
Jan in þaðem momente slo þat ljoðer mig
Þine ögen äg min umbbjugerd korp veren samb dönige víðringe bloðs, þat sprefte üverald
Ja slahhe þaðe lüviga häte: „veld für þig!“ srügg,
Ürðe þat, se hät normald sumardag, vesen
Ög awem all þat kol idag.
An 14er Åguste, mävel erslepte sig an minem rume
Äg he kað:
„Ig märde þaðe tidt ögsa...“ bi vágde he anniga katte
English lyrics:Spoiler:On August 15th, 12:30 in the afternoon,
The weather was incredibly nice
And amidst the sickening rays of the dazzling sun
I spoke with you, for I had nothing else to do
"Well, y’know, I kind of hate summer",
You boldly murmured while petting a cat
Ah, you pursued that cat as it ran away from you
And what jumped out
Was the traffic light that changed to a glaring red
Suddenly, a truck came out of nowhere and struck you as you screamed
Your scent, now mingled with sprayed blood, choked me
In the haze of lies, the haze of heat laughed, "This is all real!"
With that, like a cricket’s sound being disturbed, the light blue of summer darkened away
I woke up upon my bed to the sound of a ticking clock
What time is it now?
On August 14th, sometime past 12 in the morning
I recalled the sound of an awfully annoying cricket
But, y’know, it’s a little strange.
Yesterday, in a dream, I saw us walking in this same exact park
"Why don’t we go home now?"
The second you stepped off the pathway, everyone surrounding us
Turned their heads up to the sky and opened their mouths
From the sky, down dropped an iron pole
That pierced your body straight through
The sound of wind-chimes and your ripping screams filled the spaces between the park trees
In this unnatural scene,
The shimmering heat laughed, "This is the real thing!"
As my vision blurred away, I glanced at your profile, and thought I saw you smiling
Countless times have had me black out
In the laughing heat like this
This cycle has repeated for decades
I realized that a long time ago
In this kind of clichéd story,
There must only be one ending.
Beyond this repeating summer day, it has to exist.
Suddenly, I pushed you aside and jumped into the street;
At that moment, the truck slammed into me
Your eyes and my twisted body were like hazy reflections of the blood that sprayed everywhere
If that praiseful heat haze laughed, “Serves you right!” again
Then this would be what you’d call a normal summer day.
But all of that ended today.
On August 14th, a girl awoke upon her bed
And she said,
"I failed this time, too..." as she cradled a single cat.