A keresés eredménye

Let's Go ...!

Sul:
A babilonic song
I'm going to sing ...
The Court:
All the pharaonic flock
will hear it ...
Sul:
Are the females from Babylon
the more ardents that Love creates ...
Have they spirit samaritan,
are by their fire, from Galilee ...
 
When they suspire voluptuous
the babylonian expire of love ...
And when they sing, put they a kiss
in every note of their song ...
 
Let's go ... let's go ...1
Let's go babylonian, ... what a zeal ...2
Let's go ... let's go ...
Let's go soon to ... Judea ...3
Let's go ... let's go ...
¡ Aw ... let's go there right now !
 
Like the females of Babylon
not exist others so allure females ...
Burns in their eyes of love the flame,
seek their lips kisses of swains ...
 
Like palms that the wind stirs,
dance and sway, their beauty shapes...
giving in their whirls, to ardent air,
the black sendal of their tresses ...4
 
Let's go ... let's go ...
Let's go babylonian, ... what a zeal ...
Let's go ... let's go ...
Let's go soon to ... Judea ...
Let's go ... let's go ...
¡ Aw ... let's go there right now !
 

• 1. • Ay, ba es una contracción de 'Ay, babilonio' y se alterna con 'Ay, vamonos' de manera insinuante.
  Estoy usando 'Let's go' con el sentido de 'Vamos hazlo ya'.
• 2. • Marea es su grado de excitación o apasionamiento.
• 3. • Judea es un eufemismo para 'joder' (copular). La palabra no tiene ese significado en inglés, por lo que tendría que escribirse algo como 'Let's go soon to fucking at Judea', pero sería demasiado directo.
• 4. • Sendal = cendal. Es una tela delicada empleada, por ejemplo, en velos. Pero también es sinónimo de 'seda' (silk), como es denominada toda tela fabricada con ese material.

The Secret of Puente Viejo

After having lived so much
with secrets and promises
buried in the sand.
In oblivion, there remains a memory,
the town square that has
seen us wait knows.
 
For the embraces that never come,
for the betrayals that burn.
It is so difficult to love, live and dream
a new hope,
it is to laugh and cry, drink a toast and
sing for what may come.
 
The cycle of this full moon
that drives me to despair and finds out everything
and puts up barriers
to this heart of stone in Puente Viejo.
 
From the lies and the mud
the most beautiful flowers are born,
the hope and the truth and the
embraces that never come,
for the betrayals that burn.
 
It is so difficult to love, live and dream
a new hope,
it is to laugh and cry, drink a toast and
sing for what may come.
 
The cycle of this full moon
that drives me to despair and finds out everything
and puts up barriers
to this heart of stone,
the cycle of this full moon
that drives me to despair and finds out everything
and puts up barriers
to this heart of stone
in Puente Viejo.
The secret of Puente Viejo.
 

Since My Freedom

Sitting on the platform,
my body trembles and I can see
that at a distance the old train whistles
like yesterday's shadow.
 
It will not be easy to be
one single heart again,
I had always been a half
without knowing my identity.
 
I will not take any image from here,
I will go nude the same as I was born,
I need to begin to be myself and know
that I am capable and that I walk on my own.
I had always been a half
without knowing my identity.
I will not take any image from here,
I will go nude the same as I was born,
I need to begin to be myself and know
that I am capable and that I walk on my own.
 
Since my freedom
I am strong because I am a volcano,
they never taught me to fly
but I must take flight.
They never taught me to fly
but I must take flight.
 

The Wall

To build that wall
Everyone, help me with your hands
Black people, with their black hands
White people, with their white hands.
A wall that shall go
From the beach up to the mountains
From the mountains down to the beach
Right there, over the horizon...
 
Knock, knock! Who is it?
A rose and a carnation...
Open the gates!
 
Knock, knock! Who is it?
The colonel's sabre...
Close the gates!
 
Knock, knock! Who is it?
A dove and a laurel wreath...
Open the gates!
 
Knock, knock! Who is it?
The scorpion and the centipede...
Close the gates!
 
To a true friend's heart:
Open the gates!
 
To poison and the dagger:
Close the gates!
 
To myrtle and peppermint:
Open the gates!
 
To the snake's sharp fang:
Close the gates!
 
To the nightingale on a blossom:
Open the gates!
 
Let's raise wall
Joining all our hands together
Black people, with their black hands
White people, with their white hands.
A wall that shall go
From the beach up to the mountains
From the mountains down to the beach
Right there, over the horizon...
 

Paris Is Burning

Behind that great fire that moves you inside
A city that is over two thousand years old remains hidden.
Behind that great fire, they say, that one can only find the sea.
 
Behind that great fire that moves you inside
There aren't a single Winter, nor a single Summer left.
Behind that great fire, they say, that no one can escape.
 
I sense that the end of my troubles
Is drawing nigh.
Today, I have seen how Paris was burning
Within the fire on your back...
 
Paris is burning!
Paris is burning
And time stops on your skin.
Paris is burning!
Paris is burning...
While I'm inside of it.
 
Behind that great fire that moves you inside
There's barely enough room left for a star's echo.
Behind that great fire, they say, lives the spirit within the crystal.
 
Behind that great fire that moves you inside
The principles of war are drowning.
Behind that great fire, they say, that good and evil are dying.
 
I sense that the end of my troubles
Is drawing nigh.
Today, I have seen how Paris was burning
Within the fire on your back...
 
Paris is burning!
Paris is burning
And time stops on your skin.
Paris is burning!
Paris is burning...
While I'm inside of it.