A keresés eredménye

Good Morning

Every day I say good morning to you
My homeland that flies on the wing of a bird
You're the first thing I see every morning
Good morning and good evening
 
I walk in the streets and greet the people
I greet the poor ones to whom I belong and also the merchants
I searched the world and thousands of squares for my home
And I met many countries but I didn't meet you
My homeland of bricks and thousands of windows
Standing between a smile and a tear, we protect you in the blink of an eye
My homeland I protect you, you are in me and I am in you
 
How beautiful are your cities from above, the flying bird sees it better
Your cities are beautiful from afar, your windows glow and shine
Inside is poverty, hunger and children on pillows crying with the moon
 
Noise and congestion all day long
Roads littered with potholes, lamenting their narrowness
Crying, crying, lamenting their narrowness
My homeland, what attaches me to you?
Afraid that someone would hurt you
The foreigner walks smugly in your hills
My homeland, I'll protect you with my eyes1
 

• 1. Eyes are used here in an idiomatic way to the things you hold dear

Guevara

The proud figures of the revolutionaries can be seen from the distance
They drew the pictures of their loves on their gunstocks
The proud figures of the revolutionaries can be seen from the distance
They drew the pictures of their loves on their gunstocks
The days of revolution are over and those who rebelled
Some of them became rulers and others were ruled
Tell your imagination to leave, it needs rest
The cavalry tied up their horses and no longer have weapons
Tell your imagination to leave, it needs rest
The cavalry tied up their horses and no longer have weapons
Some of them became rulers and others were ruled
 
Every time I look at the mountains I remember Guevara
In every oak tree I see Guevara's face
Every time I look at the mountains I remember Guevara
In every oak tree I see Guevara's face
They planted him in Bolivia, in the forests of oblivion
He blossomed all over the world and in the human heart
They planted him in Bolivia, in the forests of oblivion
He blossomed all over the world and in the human heart
 
Hero of the revolution, Guevara, they all imitated you
The young men dressed like you, the young women loved you
Hero of the revolution, Guevara, they all imitated you
The young men dressed like you, the young women loved you
But no one else left and got lost in the unknown like you
No one rebelled and no one said 'always a revolution'
My country today needs some Guevara to die1
From hunger, oppression and poverty, for Beirut to return
My country today needs some Guevara to die
From hunger, oppression and poverty, for Beirut to return
No one rebelled and no one said 'always a revolution'
 
Every time I look at the mountains I remember Guevara
In every oak tree I see Guevara's face
Every time I look at the mountains I remember Guevara
In every oak tree I see Guevara's face
They planted him in Bolivia, in the forests of oblivion
He blossomed all over the world and in the human heart
They planted him in Bolivia, in the forests of oblivion
He blossomed all over the world and in the human heart
 
Every time I look at the mountains I remember Guevara
In every oak tree I see Guevara's face
Every time I look at the mountains I remember Guevara
In every oak tree I see Guevara's face
They planted him in Bolivia, in the forests of oblivion
He blossomed all over the world and in the human heart
They planted him in Bolivia, in the forests of oblivion
He blossomed all over the world and in the human heart
 

• 1. Shi (some/a) sounds like Che, so it can also be translated 'needs Che Guevara to die'

Who makes the choice

I have now known who should make my choices
My path is destined to ascend up and go places
I have now known
I am no more that little girl
I have grown up and I make my own choices
 
You cannot lock a bird in an iron cage
It is destined to go to far valleys, flying in the skies and clouds.
 
I want to fly free, nobody can break my wings
My voice is like chirping swallows
Singing my dreams in my songs
Nobody can erase me, my inner strength will protect me
You are my big faith, love and a new era
If they mislead me, I will still go my way
They do all to pull me back to the abyss
But even if they try me, torment me or lock me up
I will continue my path till the end
 
I have now known who makes the choice
My path is written high up
I have now known
I am no more that little girl
I have grown up and now only I chooses for me
I will continue my path till the end
 

Open the door to me

Versions: #2
Open the door to me and say 'hello', let us forget the past
You haven't opened your door to me for six months now since last August
We lost the war but you have not told me, we have fought in vain
Open the door to me and say 'hello'
You sent me boxes
Full of gold
And a note from a hurt man, written with
You give me a moon, full of boredom
And the hoarse ney, got eventually broken
Leave me and forget all about me and don't send me any more gifts
My heart is content with you, my love
Open the door to me and say 'hello', let us forget the past
We lost the war but you have not told me, we have fought in vain
Open the door to me and say 'hello'
You talk to me in secret
Days pass by and I am wrapped up and stuck in the darkness of secrecy
So what do you say? Our story will remain in secret till it gets old?
The war is over, no more soldiers
Our lives are wasted and nobody is content
Open the door to me and say 'hello', let us forget the past
 

I Must Change the System

The others are hell
Everyday, the same faces, the same things
You wake up... You bathe.
You bathe in the society's lies that are hanging over your head
Noise, dirt in the air and car traffic
The same news, dissent, duplicity..
You die and live a hundred times
And no one cares about you
Every single person is living in his own hell
Every person is revolving in the sphere of his own tragedy
They think that they are right
And wrong is becoming rampant..
And you.. you are carrying the ladder horizontally...
 
The scorpio is now revolving in a tin orbit
The universe is revolving in reverse on its axis
And the men of steel have copied the king
Living in routine in a small flat
A bird that is imprisoned in a large building
And the Earth is rotating in a big vortex
 
From far away you see things more beautiful:
Systems, people and your first love
And when you come nearer, everything changes
Bribery is written in the cup of coffee
Getting paid by an unknown is a sweet poem
Well the manager is but human, and money is seductive
 
Maybe the error stems from my countrymen
Everything can be fixed even if it's difficult
A voter, a senator, and the game plays on
Politics ruled by money, what can you say about it..
People, religious groups and sects of God
Tore down religion and abandoned God
 
I wish that the universe's cycle would change for once
And the game of free systems returns to becoming humane
The routine of the system is deadly, and you are imprisoned in its jail
You commit suicide in jail, commit suicide with freedom!
 
My people are carrying burdens and plummeting towards being broken
No matter how much you shout, they don't get up, even if the scream is as powerful as an explosion
Why do systems decide your job, your sleep and your death?
Choose your system for yourself, awaken your faculty of choice in you!
 
Where is this world going to?
Oh, won't you be patient upon each other?!
Every one is in a hurry
Everybody only wants to serve his own interests
Nobody feels for the others
There is no more chivalry
Pressure, atrocities and [moral] looseness
There are no more bonds nor values
Friendship was severed
Everything became fair game
Exploiting, cheating
as long as you get rich fast
And with this all, poverty is still eating away at the people
The country became a group of rich and poor people
For how long are you going to keep being stubborn?
You have reached the point of no return
Either you commit suicide, emigrate, or you get swallowed up by the game
Search for your salvation!
 
I cannot change my situation
I don't have the power of change
I am being torn down alone and I am silent
Malice and humiliation have become rampant
Chaos, madness.. and why should I be the only
who should follow the system?
Maybe if I wanted to change my situation,
I must change the system
 
My people are carrying burdens and plummeting towards being broken
No matter how much you shout, they don't get up, even if the scream is as powerful as an explosion
Why do systems decide your job, your sleep and your death?
Choose your system for yourself, awaken your faculty of choice in you!
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel