17.03.2025
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
Pink Floyd - Sheep versuri traducere
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Îți vezi de treaba ta în pace colo pe cîmpie
De-abia dacă bagi seama ca ceva ciudat plutește-n aer
Dar fii atent, ai grijă
Că s-ar putea să umble câinii-n jur
Peste Iordan privit-am și-am văzut
Că lucrurile nu sînt cum vor fi părut
Ce ți-au dat sa te prefaci că nu vezi năpasta
Tu îți urmezi conducătorul, blând ca un miel
Prin drumuri mult călcate spre valea de oțel
Și ce surpriză
Și șoc mortal în ochii tăi uimiți
Că lucrurile chiar sînt cum au părut
Nu, nu e un vis urît
'Domnul este Păstorul meu: nu voi duce lipsă de nimic.
2 El mă paște în pășuni verzi
și mă duce la ape de odihnă' *)
Cu strălucit tăiș El sufletul liber mi-l dă
Mă face să atîrn în căngi în 'nalte locuri
El mă preface-n cărni de miel
Căci vezi, Puterea ea Lui și uriașă-i foamea
Cînd vine vremea cînd noi cei mici
Prin liniștite gînduri si mare hotarîre
Maestru în arta de karate
O, vezi, ne vom scula
Și-apoi vom face ca ochii ticălosului sa plîngă
Plîngînd si behăind pe-a lui grumaz căzut-am cu un urlet
Val după val de-înebuniti răzbunători
Voioși mărșălui-vom din bezna neagră către vis
Tu știrile-auzit-ai?
Cîinii sînt morți
Ramîi în casă și fă cum ți s-a spus
Dă-te din drum de vrei sa-mbatrînesti în pace
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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
17.03.2025
Rain
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
17.03.2025
Sawah Lettuces
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
17.03.2025
The Little Bunch of Rushes
O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
- 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.