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Crow song

A tame fox locked inside a chicken coop
A butterfly with delta wings1
A goldfish in the kitchen sink
A dove of peace in military fatigues
 
A hopless, lone ant
A racehorse that never won a race
And the stork eating wide mouthed frog2
 
You're a crow, it's a pity!3
It's such a pity that you're a crow!
You're a crow, it's a pity, don't feel bad about it, you're a crow!
 
A zebra with a financially successfull kitchen garden
An immoral boar
A vulture in the VHF band4
A goose spinning on a chicken leg5
 
A sizeable tamed seal
A woodworm ticking in reinforced concrete
And a big city wolf with chickenpox6
 
You're a crow, it's a pity!
It's such a pity that you're a crow!
You're a crow, it's a pity, don't feel bad about it, you're a crow!
 
  • 1.
  • 2. This is a spin on a joke we have in Hungary. It goes like this:
    The wide mouthed little frog sets off to see the world.
    He runs into a hedgehog.
    [When you tell this joke, you say the frog's lines with your mouth as horizontally wide as possible.]
    - I'm a wide mouthed little frog. Who are you and what do you eat?
    - I'm a hedgehog and I eat insects.
    The little frog walks a little further. He runs into a cow.
    - I'm a wide mouthed little frog. Who are you and what do you eat?
    - I'm a cow and I eat grass.
    A few hundred meters away the little frog spots a stork.
    - Who are you and what do you eat?
    - I'm a stork and I eat wide mouthed little frogs.
    [You say the next line while sucking in your cheeks and squeezing your lips into a dot.]
    - And have you seen any around here?
  • 3. There's pun here that I can't translate. In Hungarian the onomatopoetic word for the sound a crow makes is 'kár' (in English it's 'caw' I think) and in Hungarian 'kár' happens to mean 'it's a pity' or 'too bad' (also 'damage').
  • 4. Very High Frequency band, a range of radio frequency electromagnetic waves (radio waves) from 30 to 300 megahertz (MHz).
  • 5. This is a joke about the palace that spins on a chicken leg, which is an element in fairy tales in Hungary and probably other places too. For exmaple Baba Yaga is a witch in Slavic folklore and she lives in a chicken legged hut.
  • 6. There's a pun here that happens to work in English too. Chickenpox is called 'sheep-pox' in Hungarian and wolves are know for preying on sheep but the pun kind of works with chicken as well.


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2024.11.25.

Chrysanthemum





(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
 

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
 

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
 


2024.11.25.

Mr. Gershwin





In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 


2024.11.25.

In Vain





Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
 

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
 

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
 


2024.11.25.

Going even further (Reprise)





Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further