Björn Afzelius - Tanker i Ligurien versuri traducere în engleză
Thoughts in Liguria
If one lives in a duck pond,
and is completely satisfied.
one soon believes the pool is an ocean.
Then the water lily is a virgin forest,
and man himself is humanity,
and for every question one has an answer.
And everything beyond the horizon,
feels scary and wrong,
like an unnatural, incomprehensible game.
Then you close your eyes and ferment
of complacency,
And stupidity soon becomes a religion.
Then one sits in Stockholm,
in Lund and Göteborg,
three fly shits on the edge of the world,
and judge and reject,
in restaurants and in kitchens,
and determine what has and has no value.
When one knows more about China,
Peru and the United States
than those losers know who live there every day.
One doesn't need to ask
themselves how it is,
and one needs to either read or travel.
It is if one in Cairo
desires meatballs with onion
which taste like mom has made them.
Or like at a cafe
in Paris, order herring
and if they hesitate, point your forehead at them.
Like holding soccer in font of
a lousy pyramid,
and a schottische before Beethoven's mystique.
Then you become someone like a German
in northern Italy,
and then you get all the love you deserve.
'Yes, love is beautiful
it is people who are ugly.'
like Wennerberg says when he is speaking.
Should one blame the system
or perhaps one's self?
Who decides what one thinks one should do?
But that which only closes one's eyes
is not really blind
even if it was the devil so comfortabe.
And if the welfare state
gives a constant quandary
you may perhaps go and look at yourself in the mirror.
From my cliff in Liguria
I see farmers who go
and turn their scythes down in the valley.
They work with their bodies
under The Sun's white ball,
for the old ones, the women and children.
In my cottage I am everything
out in the world nothing.
Which value do I want to give myself?
Will I ever understand
the earth we come from
may I see a crumb of humility!
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03.02.2025
One hundred hours of happiness
One hundred hours of happiness...
Is that a little?
I mined it washing like golden sand
Collected it lovingly, tirelessly
Bit by bit, drop by drop
spark by spark, sparkle by sparkle
Created it from fog and smoke
Received it as a gift
from every star and birch tree...
Many days I spent chasing happiness
On chilled platforms,
in a rattling carriage
I caught it at the airport
At the hour of departure,
Hugged it, warmed it
in the unheated house.
I was casting spells over it, incantations...
It happened, sometimes
That from bitter grief
I extracted my happiness.
It is wrong to say that one must be born happy.
It is only necessary that the heart
was not ashamed to work for happiness
That the heart is not lazy, not arrogant,
That even for a bit of goodness
It says “Thank you”
One hundred hours of happiness,
pure, without deception.
One hundred hours of happiness!
Is that a little?
03.02.2025
Anger
Anger blows
Anger awakens
In a lost moment, words are enough
Ancient sins the sorrow shrugs off
We ignite anger the sky burns
The blows rush and break the sky
Stones crumble
Towers fall
The world shatters
In her eyes a light so pure
We ignite anger the sky burns
The blows rush and break the sky
Good heavens
In her eyes a love so pure
A reason to endure
Stones crumble
Towers fall
Anger roars and the storm roars
Anger at ancient sins
(Ancient sins the sorrow nests)
The sadness nestles the sadness shakes
Gods broken world falls
Good crumbling destiny comes true
Gods broken world falls
Good crumbling destiny comes true
We ignite anger the sky burns
03.02.2025
Play the music away
Lalala, music is everywhere
It's here, it revolves around us
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
Day and night, to the beat of its heart
My life sings and busts with happiness
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
Listen to the song of the street
It sounds like a revue's finale
It's good, it's nice, it's beautiful
It's the whole of music!
Sparrows, cars, the subway, mutts
The radio, bar and cafe jukeboxes
It's unique, fantastic
Play the music away!
But often, what I like
Is to see, when opening the shutters
The horizon, the clear sky
The country or the seaside
The city's far away, and I forget about it
Yet I hear the song of life
Lalala, music is everywhere
It's here, it revolves around us
Lalalala Lalalala
Play the music away!
In the morning, I wake up to the rooster's crow
And at night I fall asleep to the sound of rock
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
The sound of a grade crossing bell
The strong wind in the sails of a boat
It's good, it's nice, it's beautiful
It's the whole of music!
Ducks, guitars, bikers, rug rats
The little tune that wanders randomly
It's unique, fantastic
Play the music away!
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
Listen to the song of the street
It sounds like a revue's finale
It's good, it's nice, it's beautiful
It's the whole of music!
This band, so beautiful that it sticks to our skin
It's life that gives it to us
It's unique, fantastic
It's unique, fantastic, exquisite
Play the music away!
03.02.2025
Going Demonstrating
Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And stand four abreast for peace!
Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And some journalist is sure to write it up for his paper!
One, two, three, four!
Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And, if you dare, shout, 'Down with injustice!'
Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And if it should rain, we'll stay home.