Glam/Transcript

ENGLISH TRANSLATION SCRIPT (provided by @mftranslations):

Teacher: ... everyone in this hall with passing the entrance exam. My congratulations to all of you, yes! But there’s still a long learning period ahead of you. So I hope you all get some good rest, gain some strength, and let this summer become unforgettable...

“Glam”

Ches: Two mellow apples, just like your… eyes. And the same color as… fried bacon. I scrape it off the pan, and you wanna know I do with it next?

Girl: What?

Glam: May I sit here?

Ches: Sorry girl, we’ll continue our music chat next time, okay? Go, go! You’re too young to know about sixth chords anyway. Especially augmented ones... Hehe.

Please, take a seat, Sir. So, what did you wanna...?

Glam: Music.

Ches: Music?

Glam: I liked it.

Ches: Uh-huh…

Glam: [du-du-du intensifies]

Ches: Yeah... lookin’ like a psycho. I think I’ll leave you alone with your fit.

Oh, yeah! About that record I gave you … I mixed it up a bit.

Glam: That wasn’t Bach.

Ches: Perfect pitch at it’s finest. Yeah, it was Twisted Sister. Could you...

Glam: I liked it though.

Ches: What? YOU liked Twisted Sister?!

Quiet, quiet, I believe you! Just don’t shout like that, or they’ll take you to a loony bin.

Glam: What was that instrument?

Ches: Instrument? What instrument?

Glam: Well, the one that goes… [more du-du-du]

Ches: Oh... you just gotta push the fuzz on the amp.

It’s a guitar that’s connected to a sound amplifier which has a “fuzz” or “distortion” effect, which in turn produces a sound called “overdrive”.

Glam: “Push the fuzz”... Hahaha, show me!

Was it really necessary to walk so far away from the conservatory?

Ches: Dude, we just crossed the road.

Glam: For me it’s a considerable distance.

Ches: Fine, I’ll keep that in mind.

Of course you won’t get the same sound on an acoustic guitar, but I’ll at least show you the theory. It starts with an E, I think. Yes, E major. And then B. So it goes like...

Glam: Let me try!

Ches: Hey hey hey! Don’t touch my baby!

Glam: I'll be carefull! I won’t ruin anything!

Ches: No way, this is my first love! I don’t want other males touching her.

Glam: Please… I got no one else to ask.

Ches: Hmm… There is one idea… I saw an extra guitar in one of the rooms in the conservatory. I'll go borrow it for a while. DON’T TOUCH IT! And make sure no one else touches it either!

Glam: DON’T TOUCH IT!

Man: Oh God!

Ches: Grab my guitar and run!

Glam: But you’ve said...

Ches: Fucking grab it, you dumb fuck!

Guards: Stop! Did you recognize him?

No, I didn’t have my glasses on. He stole the director’s best guitar… What a piece of-...

Gustav: Trash! Is that a crease? Did you run in this suit?!

Glam: Bastard! I can’t run in this suit! It’s a delicate fabric! And where are we?

Gustav: And where were you?!

Glam: I decided to take a walk in the park and...

Ches: We ran a bit further, past the park… And this is the factory area.

I live over there, close to the can tab.

Glam: You mean the cylinder lock?

Ches: No, no. The lock is to the right, next to the zipper slider. The can tab is a little to the left, between the sharpener and the razor.

Glam: Hm. A sharpener...

Gustav: Where’s the sharpener, Sebastian?!

Glam: I don’t know… I don’t remember where I put it after drawing.

Mother: Gustav, please, this is too much!

Gustav: Have you seen his face?!

Ches: If only you could see your face right now. Does your hair get like that only when you play music?

Gustav: Instead of music lessons he’s hanging around parks!

Mother: Gustav! He’s bleeding!

Gustav: He’s laughing at me! Pretending to grimace at the pain, but smiling on the inside!

Glam: Take it.

Ches: What's wrong? It's yours.

Glam: I don’t have a place to hide it.

Ches: Okay. I'll take it until tomorrow. Are you free tomorrow?

Glam: I think tomorrow and the day after...

Gustav: You’re not going outside anymore, you! You’ll spend all summer studying music! Do you understand?!

Glam: I. For the whole summer. Will be studying music. Father.

Unless it’s at night. I can leave the house while everyone’s asleep.

Every day. I will be studying music.

Gustav: Now I believe you. Take a shower before bed! You look like you just crawled out of a...

Glam: Dumpster! Where we first met! Let’s meet there. Right at midnight.

Ches: Alright. Near the dumpster at midnight. We’ll be like vampires… Awooo.

Glam: It’s gonna hurt.

Damn!

Sorry I'm… late… Is he gone already? No, it can’t be.

Dammit! Right on the pants!

Ches: Hey, you actually scared me! Why were you hiding in here?!

Glam: Hiding?! I've been waiting for you for an hour!

Ches: But you said we’re meeting on the full moon… So I was waiting for the moon to appear...

Glam: Midnight! I said midnight! Where did you get ‘‘full moon” from?!

Ches: But what about the werewolves?

Glam: You mentioned vampires, not werewolves.

Ches: Okay, okay, sorry. Let’s go.

Ta-dah! Home sweet home.

Glam: Very… cute.

Ches: Okay, the lights are on but my mother is probably already sleeping. I wouldn’t wanna wake her up.

Ches’ mom: Son?

Ches: Yes mom. It's me.

Ches’ mom: Listen, go buy some beer, ‘kay?

Ches: It's nighttime, mom. The stores are closed.

Ches’ mom: You scumbag! Where were you all fucking day?!

Ches: I was at the conservatory, you dumb fat cunt!

Ches’ mom: Oh, with this again… He was “at the conservatory”...

Ches: There’s your guitar.

Glam: Your mother is awful!

Ches: Hey! Don't you dare talk about her like that! You don't know what she’d been through.

Glam: But you just called her...

Ches: I have my reasons to call her that. You don’t. If you say something bad about my mother again, I’ll smash your fucking face.

Glam: Wow. What kind of… ugliness is this?

Ches: Oh, that’s the cover of the record I gave you.

Glam: What?! There’s no way these clowns could play such...

Ches: Culture shock? Don’t worry, it’ll pass. Every musical genre has its branches. This type of metal is called “Glam”.

Glam: I don't wanna have anything in common with “Glam”.

Ches: But didn’t you like the music, Glam?

Glam: Hold on, did you just call me Glam?

Ches: No way! How could you even think that! … Glam.

Glam: Well… Do you wanna know who you are?!

Ches: Sure, go ahead.

Glam: You’re smelly, you’re green, you’re...

Ches: Yeah?

Glam: You’re a young shoot of garlic!

Ches: Let’s just stop on “Chesnok”. [‘Garlic’ in Russian] Good one.

And here’s that thing that makes the “du-du-du”. Watch, it’s gonna be magical.

Glam: Wait a minute… There are scratches on the floor, and they’re fresh. You brought it here recently, maybe even today. Where did you get it?

Guard: Now we’ll definitely get fired.

Ches: Why are you worrying, I told you it’s temporary.

Glam: It’s called a burglary!

Ches: It’d be a burglary if I actually sold this crap! But I just borrowed it to… play!

Glam: But later… !

Ches: Later, of course!

Glam: We will surely return it!

Ches: No question, of course!

Glam: You, with your own hands!

Ches: Yeah-yeah, I will do it myself!

Glam: You’ll take it and bring it back! Understood?!

Ches: ... bring it back, yes!

So awesome. Well then, let's learn something? Can you play this?

***

Gustav: D minor! G major! D major! Hand!

You seem... different… It’s like you were… replaced. You’re scheming something. Planning something. What are you hiding from me? You want to ridicule me in public, to humiliate me!? Answer me!

Glam: No, father. I won’t let you down.

Gustav: G-go to your room, now.

Glam: Yes, father.

Mother: Gustav! I’m going to church. I hope you don’t mind?

Gustav: I think I’ll go with you.

Glam: 14th of August. Goodness, what a beautiful day! So many new things! I feel truly happy! So happy that it seems my father is starting to fear me.

My model is almost finished, just a few details remain. I’m glad that I’ve managed to smuggle the box back into the house. It took some time and required several critical decisions.

“I think I forgot my fiddle bow”. Now I can easily transfer the model to a safe place. After all, I have hiding places outdoors now. I’ll do it tomorrow.

Chesnok is a real genius! He said that if we play outside near the road, people will give us money. And they did! At first we were getting coins, but then one kind motorcyclist gave us 100$ each for performing the song “Paranoid”.

Ches: Woo-hoo-hoo! Holy shit!

Glam: He looked so menacingly charming. I wonder if there are females among them too.

Today we’ll have a concert, and since nobody knows us we’re gonna play first. And so I couldn’t figure out how to leave the house in the daytime. But I made a deal with Lydia! And when she asked: “Why should I lie?” I presented her with a 100$ argument. Now she’ll confirm that on the 14th of August there will be an obligatory collective rehearsal at the conservatory. Even I wouldn’t believe such nonsense, but father did. Lydia wouldn’t lie, after all.

It's time to get ready. Nothing can ruin this evening.

Ches: And now I'll introduce you to a very special dude! It’s gonna blow your mind! His name is Glam and he never sleeps! Here!

Glam! Dammit, we’re on in five minutes, come on, get up! Look at me. Holy moly… You'll scare off all two of our fans. Hey, come here. Can you do something? I'll set up the sound.

Girl: Well, we could put on some mascara… Okay...

Drummer: We’ve been announced already, where’s your Paganini guitarist?

Ches: Fuck. Uhhh, uno-fucking-momento, por favor!

Well, how is it? I think It only got worse… Okay, zombie, let's go rock.

Hey everyone! Our temporary band name is “Who are those freaks on stage”! We play what we like!

Glam: Yeah...

Ches: We play for ourselves!

Glam: Yeah!

Chas: And the first song is...

Glam: And if you don’t like it, the exit’s right there!

Woman: Actually, it’s there.

Ches: Wunderfuck.

Glam: Sorry.

Ches: Now we only have one fan. Let’s not lose him at least.

Glam: Okay.

Ches: Well, are you ready? Three, two, one!

***

Ches: Of course! Yes, we’ll be back. Yes, you’re amazing too! Thanks, thanks!

Damn, my voice… Dude, that was awesome! Have you seen their faces? They’ll definitely be waiting for our next concert. I don’t even know what’s better… Maybe it’s best to quit the conservatory and start writing our own songs.

Glam: Yeah, but I don’t have a choice. My father will kill me if I quit school.

Ches: Yeah. I dread to think what you’d have to go through. Though, I’m sorry, but deep down… I still wish for it.

I think we’ll rest tomorrow. See you next day, at the same place.

Glam: Okay.

“How was the rehearsal, son? Successful, we played Mozart.”

Oh, devil!

“How was the rehearsal, son? Successful, we played Mozart…”

Gustav: How was the rehearsal, son? Don’t stand in the rain, you’ll catch a cold. Come inside, quickly. There, good.

You’re gonna sit down and tell me everything. About how you played Mozart, where the sharpener actually disappeared to, and who was it that you wanted to tie up to the bed and stand in front of with a baseball bat.

Tomorrow we’re going to Dr. Hans. You know he’ll find a way to fix such defects. And today we will discuss your literary abilities in great detail.

Here and now, Sebastian, you have to make a choice: family… or trash! Sebastian, do you hear me?

Glam: My name is Glam.

Gustav: Where are you going?! You, stop! I said stop! there were are Sebastian? Trash?! well this is not your home any longer! I won’t let you in if you come back! Because you chose trash! You ratchet worm! It’s not your home and you’re not my son anymore! It’s not your home and you’re not my son anymore!

Lydia: Sebastian…

Gustav: Because you chose the rabbles! You worthless insect! You! Chose! Trash!

Glam: I chose family. One without you.

Vicky: Mmm, yeah… Well, it’s not like I really expected a yacht… What about this key, isn’t it...?

Glam: No, Vicky. That’s just a rusty key.

Vicky: Oh, to hell with it! Okay, let’s get out of here. My motoclub is nearby, and I don't want my dorks to see me in a Jessica Rabbit costume.

Hey! What’s wrong? Oh, screw that yacht, don’t worry about it! We can live without that bolt… Or whatever it's called.

Glam: A boat.

Vicky: Anyway, don’t worry. Let’s go home.

Glam: Okay.

Dorks: Hey, Victoria! Nice fucking dress!

Vicky: Fuuuuck...

Glam: Don’t worry.

Vicky: He had an action camera... I’ll be on YouTube now...

Glam: Don’t worry.

Vicky: Fuck off...

Glam: Don’t worry.