Lana Del Rey - hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [tłumaczenie po polsku]

Single: hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it
Artist: Lana Del Rey
Album: Norman Fucking Rockwell!

♡ translation by me/tłumaczenie własne
♡ movies/filmy:
Picnic at Hanging Rock(1975)
Shangri-La Suite (2016)
At Land - Maya Deren (1944)
Mosaic Jack Chambers (1966)
Valentine (short film by Kevin Schaefer)

Credit to Mermaid Motel.

*Slim Aarons - amerykański fotograf, słynący z fotografowania celebrytów i znanych osobistości.
**tearing around (idiom) - obijanie się o ściany, tarzanie się, szybkie i niedokładne chodzenie w tę i z powrotem.
***aluzja do utworu Sylvii Plath, ,,Morning Song" (Poranna piosenka)
''One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown''
''Krzyk i potykając się wstaję z łóżka, krowio-ciężka i roślinna
W mej wiktoriańskiej koszuli.''
****(Writing in blood on my walls) aluzja do piosenki ,,Heroin" (writing in blood on my walls and shit), która z kolei nawiązywała do morderstw popełnianych przez sektę Mansona.
*****Bowery to rejon Nowego Jorku, a Bowery Bums to określenie alkoholików i osób bezdomnych, będących wizytówką tego rejonu w latach 1949-1970.
******(narcissist) żeńska forma słowa ''narcyz''.

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Stream hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it:
http://smarturl.it/LDRhope
Stream Norman Fucking Rockwell!:
https://lana.lnk.to/NFRID

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Lyrics:

I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not, baby, I'm not
No, I'm not, that, I'm not

I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
But at best, I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

I had 15-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"

I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past

There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off

I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
But at best, you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
Yeah, I have it
I have

Love,
crybaby