A keresés eredménye oldal 4

Firstly, we bow to the holy feet of Radha and Krishna

Firstly, we bow to the holy feet of Radha and Krishna
Please have your blessings on these children, Oh Krishna ।1।
 
Secondly, we bow to the four directions
Please have your blessings on these small kids, Oh Lord ।2।
 
Thirdly, we bow to the spectators
Please have your blessings on these small kids, Oh spectators ।3।
 
Fourthly, we bow to our parents
Please have your blessings on your sons, Oh Mother ।4।
 
Fifthly, we bow to our teacher
Please have your blessings on your pupils, Oh Teacher ।5।
 
Mom, get me ready, with all the necessary accessories
With an armlet on my right hand and a colourful dress on my body ।6।
 
Hand me over my sticks, after applying a black mark over it
We are going to play merrily, said the son ।7।
 
Make the ululudhvani sound merrily, my dear mothers and sisters 1
We are going to play merrily, make way for us ।8।
 
We bow before the spectators a thousand times
The salutation was composed by the Sun God,so don't try to find errors in it ।9।
 

• 1. Ululu (also known as Hula Huli or Hulu Huli) is a tradition in Assam, Bengal, Odisha and Tamil Nadu, where during weddings and other festivals women produce a sound called 'Ululu'. It refers to festivity and prosperity. It's known as hulahuli in Odisha.

Who's sitting over that branch, my friend

Who's sitting over that branch, my friend?
It looks like Krishna to me (Chorus)
 
A black cloud is approaching from the east, the figure looks like that to me
But, if it was a cloud, it surely would have rained
Neither it is peeping at us
 
Rama is returning from his forest exile, the figure looks like that to me
But, if it was Rama, it would have killed Ravana
Neither it is holding a bow and arrow
 
Is Arjuna taking Draupadi with him, the figure looks like that to me
But, if it was Arjuna, it would have annihilated the army of Kauravas
Neither is any Draupadi is accompanying him
 
Looks like Krishna is sitting over there, the figure looks like that to me
But, if it was Krishna, Radha would have surely been with him
Neither is he holding any flute in his hand
 

It Is Beautiful, It Is Good

It is beautiful, it is good
Life flows like a song
As soon as a girl is loved by a boy
It is red, it is blue
It's sunny deep in the eyes
When we live life
Like lovers
You take clouds, small or large
You tear them into pieces
You put the thunderstorms deep into cages
And then you throw them into the water
You catch the trap
Of snowflakes
That made rainbows
You pass over the mist
Of moonbeams
Oranges and then honey
 
It is beautiful, it is good
Life flows like a song
As soon as a girl is loved by a boy
It is red, it is blue
It is sunny deep in the eyes
When we live life
Like lovers
You play the cicadas
You speak to the stars
Right in the middle of winter
You take the head
Like a planet
And you walk on the sea
You go on a cruise
Around the Earth
Along the Milky Way
And you find yourself
Where we meet
When we don't know where we are anymore
 
It is beautiful, it is good
Life flows like a song
As soon as a girl is loved by a bou
It is red, it is blue
It is sunny deep in the eyes
When we live life
Like lovers
[music]
It is beautiful, it is good
Life flows like a song
As soon as a girl is loved by a boy
It is red, it is blue
It is sunny deep in the eyes
When we live life
Like lovers
La la la...
 

Matimba

What will take you away
From being in front of the television?
Disconnect you
From your mobile, this Summer?
What is stuck in your mind,
Your waist and your heart?
This scandal is shaking the dance floor:
Everyone's hitting the floor!
Everyone's hitting the floor!
 
It's a blend of
It's enjoyable as a commotion - it hits right!
Balance your hip, flex your knee:
The matimba has started! Messy!
 
[Chorus:]
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
 
MA-TIM-BA!
 
I'm free, I dance gracefully
Because everything passes
And I'm a fan of life!
What are you going to do
If the world happens to end
Tomorrow, early in the morning?
 
You may have no money at all,
Be in a rush and badly paid,
But do keep your faith...
You feel the matimba coming down
From the ends of your hair
To your very toes!
 
I've said...
 
Matimba!
 
[Chorus:]
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
 
MA-TIM-BA!
 
Honey bunny, I'm going to count...
Attention!
One! Two! Three!
Now...
 
[MC Guimê:]
Everyone in the matimba!
Everyone in the matimba!
Boom boom boom-pow-ah!
Everyone in the matimba!
Everyone... MA-TIM-BA!
 
What will take you away
From being in front of the television?
Disconnect you
From your mobile, this Summer?
What is stuck in your mind,
Your waist and your heart?
This scandal is shaking the dance floor:
Everyone's hitting the floor!
Everyone's hitting the floor!
 
It's a blend of kuduro and guitarrada,
It's enjoyable as a commotion - it hits right!
Balance your hip, flex your knee:
The matimba has started! Messy!
 
[Chorus:]
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
 
MA-TIM-BA!
 
I'm free, I dance gracefully
Because everything passes
And I'm a fan of life!
What are you going to do
If the world happens to end
Tomorrow, early in the morning?
 
You may have no money at all,
Be in a rush and badly paid,
But do keep your faith...
You feel the matimba arising
From the ends of your hair
To your very toes!
 
I've said...
 
Matimba!
 
[Chorus:]
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
What? What? What?
Matimba!
 
MA-TIM-BA!
 

• 1. Guitarrada is a traditional genre from Brazil's Central Coast.

My youth’s slipping away

My youth’s slipping away
To the poem's finale
Rhyme by rhyme steps beyond
Exhausting its words
My youth’s slipping away
As a green garden alley
Leads to a dried up pond
Now abandoned by birds
 
No more walks in the woods
No more singing together
Of that childish song
Which was silly and lame
While daydreaming of girls
That at parties then gathered
I forgot the song’s name
I forgot the song’s name
 
No more walks in the woods
No bloom we can find
It is raining today
Our footprints are gone
Out of those many songs
That were then in my mind
Can’t recall even one
Can’t recall even one
 
My youth’s slipping away,
A guitar’s gently weeping
My youth’s silent and slow
I can’t stop it, alas
My youth’s moving away
Unrelentingly slipping
And it looks like you did
When we laid on the grass
 
No more walks in the woods
The fall day’s dark like night
Will the spring be returning -
Am I waiting in vain
For a glimmer of light
For some hope in the morning
That would stop my heart’s pain
That would stop my heart’s pain
 
No more fun in the woods
For us walking together
My youth’s slipping away
And in it I see you
And your steps make a sound
But you are gone forever
Oh if you only knew
Oh if you only knew
 

Je t'aime mon amour

Versions: #2
Being in love is when you cry anyway,
That must come from being happy,
I put myself in your hands
The heart is stronger than the mind,
Je t'aime, mon amour.
I kiss your eyes shut,
All I need now is always you.
 
How many hours there are in the night
When my tenderness awakens
Feel the warmth of your skin
The ice in my soul thaws
How many hours in the night
When your feeling makes me helpless
There is for us only love pure,
Ce soir je t'aime, mon amour.
 
You're so close to me in the candlelight
And your eyes caress me
I lie in your arms and say
What I would otherwise only dare to think:
Je t'aime mon amour.......
 

The Legends of the White Horse

I'll take you on a white horse
Challenging the sun and immensity
Into swamps unknown to the Gods
Far from the city
Just two of us
 
And thousands of wild horses
Will make a circle in order to isolate ourselves
Can't you hear all the guitares
Singing joy while we're riding ?
 
I'll take you on a white horse
Challenging the sun and immensity
Into swamps unknown to the Gods
Far from the city
Just the two of us
 
However I know It's just a dream
Why does It have to be ?
Despite everything I can hear the ode to love
I can previously hear her alleluia
Alleluia
 

To Vanessa - I Love You

When you entered my life
I would have liked to turn back
But its never the less true today
You are my most beautiful love story
 
And you truly are the only one
That I am sure to always love
Even when you make me yell
I will keep my love for you
 
You'll mope and grumble
You'll sulk for eight days
You will lie to me without shame
And me, I will love you still
 
You'll want to leave far from me
Saying that I lack humor
That I'm an old buzzkill
I will still keep my love for you
 
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Deep in my heart, I love you
 
You will talk of your achievements
The men who will court you
But I will console your failures
And then, I'll will love you still
 
You will have tears and sorrows
And I will come to your aid
You will say that I don't understand anything
And I will still keep my love for you
 
You won't dare to speak to me
You will have tricks and turns
To hide us from the truths
But me, I will love you still
 
My life, soon you will be 20
And you will believe that I am deaf
But you will see with time
We will speak again of love
 
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Deep in my heart, I love you
 
I love you, I love you!
 

The waltz of happiness

Says a proverb in the world
who lives singing will be smiling when he dies
even the destiny, who is blind
you can befriend
if you play with it
life is made up of drawn dreams
and of signs of hope and achievements
so you must not think of tomorrow
if you want to live peacefully
 
This is the waltz that we all should
sing merrily
on the ways of the world
everyone should listen to it
if a pain assails you
you must remain unconcerned
to live a hundred years
you should sing cheerfully
 
When a love abandons you
Don't feel painful, luck will come
if you don't meet a goal
you think of the life that is not lost
the world is a big mill
of deeds and words of good and evil
therefore you should not think of tomorrow
if you want to live peacefully
 
This is the waltz we all should
sing merrily
on the ways of the world
all people should listen to it
if a pain assails you
you must remain unconcerned
to live a hundred years
you should sing cheerfully
 
If a pain comes over you
you must remain unconcerned
to live a hundred years
you should sing cheerfully
 

Tomorrow, I stop

Close the eyes, don't do anything bad
When someone lies to me, I don't say anything
Sing more loudly, even if I feel pain
When someone hits me, I don't say anything
 
Let the blame come back to me
So that the others live a little better
Hide my tears in a smile
Yes, that's what I do best
 
I tell myself that one day I'd love to change
I say it, but it's not what I do
It's promised, it's sworn
 
Tomorrow, I stop (ooohhh)
Tomorrow, I stop (ooohhh)
I can swear it upon my head
To do anything else, I wouldn't know
I love people too much, I'm like that
Tomorrow, I stop
 
Tomorrow, I stop
 
I can silence myself, not harm
And give everything without taking anything back
I can do it, I can love it
And I do it without waiting for anything
 
I tell myself that in this crazy world
Where one can get lost, where one lies to themselves
It's not that bad if it's a fool
Who lets themselves go from time to time
 
I tell myself that one day I'd love to change
I say it, but it's not what I do
It's promised, it's sworn
 
Tomorrow, I stop (ooohhh)
Tomorrow, I stop (ooohhh)
I can swear it upon my head
To do anything else, I wouldn't know
I love people too much, I'm like that
Tomorrow, I stop
 
Tomorrow, I stop
 
Tomorrow, I stop (ooohhh)
Tomorrow, I stop (ooohhh)
I can swear it upon my head
To do anything else, I wouldn't know
I love people too much, I'm like that
Tomorrow, I stop
 
Tomorrow, I stop
 

The Nymph’s Lament

- O Love - she said,
Gazing at the sky, as she stood -
Where's the fidelity
That the deceiver promised? -
 
Poor her!
 
- Make my love come back
As he used to be
Or kill me, so that
I will not suffer anymore. -
 
Poor her! She cannot bear
All this coldness!
 
- I don't want him to sigh any longer
But if he's far from me.
No! He will not make me suffer
Anymore, I swear!
 
He's proud
Because I languish for him.
Perhaps if I fly away from him
He will come to pray to me again.
 
If her eyes are more serene
Than mine,
O Love, she does not hold in her heart
A fidelity so pure as mine.
 
And you will not receive from those lips
Kisses as sweet as mine,
Nor softer. Oh, don't speak!
Don't speak! you know better than that! -
 
So amidst disdainful tears,
She spread her crying to the sky

Evening song

Behold, the moon has risen
the golden stars that glisten
adorn the heavens bright.
The woods stand still in shadows,
and from the meads and meadows
the white mists rise into the night.
 
The world in stillness clouded
and soft in twilight shrouded,
so peaceful and so fair.
Just like a chamber waiting,
where you can rest abating
the daytime's mis'ry and despair.
 
Behold the moon - and wonder
why half of her stands yonder,
yet she is round and fair.
We follow empty visions
and artisans' ambitions
because our minds are unaware.
 
We vain and wretched sinners
presume to be the winners,
but we know nothing yet.
So many neat solutions
are nought but great delusions
that farther off the path us get.
 
God, grant us Thy salvation!
No worldly aspiration,
no vanity allow!
Like children simple-hearted,
and joyful, like we started,
let us become and teach us how!
 
And lastly, grant us leaving
the world without much grieving,
let peaceful be our death.
When from the earth You take us,
let heaven's joy await us:
stand by us, Lord, at our last breath.
 
So, brothers, in His keeping
prepare yourself for sleeping