A keresés eredménye oldal 11

Esmeralda's Prayer

Can you hear me, the most gracious?
Tell me are you there?
In your kindness, will you listen
what resides in my heart?
Maybe you think: you pauper,
how dare you speak to me?
I see your face and and I think
that you were a pauper too
 
God, give bread to the paupers every day
To those who are despised, give paradise at least after death
God, give hope to the poor 'cause
If you fail, who will save them?
 
(Choir)
Give me might,
give me fame,
give me appreciation for the rest of my days.
I want love, give me it,
And I want God to save my soul
 
I don't ask for anything, who cares about this?
When there are so many people poorer than me around...
God, give your children hope 'cause
If you fail, who will save them?
Save those who know the bottom of despair...
 

'For a long time the volleys of the guns fell silent'

The volleys of guns falls silent,
Above us is only sunlight, -
On what are people tested,
If the war is no more?
 
You hear quite often
Now, as then:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?'
 
Do not gasp, the armor is not piercing already,
And the death notification is not found under the door,
And it seems as if everything is calm,
Nowhere opens now ...
 
But all the same we hear quite often
Now, as then:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?'
 
I know the quiet there is only a dream, -
Prepare, hold on and fight! -
There is a peaceful front line -
Trouble, and danger, and risk.
 
Therefore we hear quite often
Now, as then:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?'
 
In the fields mines are rendered harmless,
But we are not on a field of flowers, -
You are the quest, the stars, the depths
And we do not consider the costs anymore.
 
Therefore we hear quite often,
If trouble comes:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?
 

Snow

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The night poured snow, like a tattered moon pillow
A disco of stars, on the city of boulders.
Fear the white whisper, it leaves no trace
With a glimmering knife in hand, sneaking among the houses...
 
He won't come back, Do not wait. The steam freezes breath,
He's halfway in the path of, oncoming headlights.
He crosses the world, along beds of noisy rivers,
Like tunnels of black holes, through the melancholy snow..
 
The diamond pollen of, a fading flower dream,
is wasted endlessly, in city squares.
And from her to him, running across the earth,
it seems so easy, to follow white snow.
 

Does this heart beat ?

If you don't exist,does this heart beat ?
If you don't hear,does it scream ?
Darling ! please don't run from me
If you don't exist,does this soul live ?
 
Which soul suffered like I suffered ?
Which heart loved you as mine ?
Which heart wanted to die for you ?
 
If you don't exist,do I become happy ?
If you don't stay,does the sorrow end ?
Darling ! please don't run from me
If you don't exist,does this soul live ?
 
Which soul suffered like I suffered ?
Which heart loved you as mine ?
Which heart wanted to die for you ?
Please darling ! listen to me for the last time
 
Ahmet KADI

I am guilty

Stare at my eyes
And check for yourself that I say
The truth you always wanted
To hear love of my lips
 
I don't fool you by apologizing
For the harm I could cause to you
Don't turn around looking for a guilty
I am guilty
 
For having you forgotten
For letting the love die
For refusing my hand to you
I am guilty
 
Stare at my eyes
And try to understand me
It's not you only who loses
This hit hurts us both
 
But I don't lack the bravery
But I never stayed quiet before anyone
Please don't feel guilty
I am guilty
 

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One Day. . .Death

One day, Death, that great demonic woman
Invited me into her fantastical abode.
For a long time, she had observed me, spied on me
Using her gifts, her magical charms.
She arched her feline rump,
Half-closed her sleep-heavy eyelids
Behind which shone two eyes of ambush.
Breath coming short, lips parted
She murmured: come to my home, come, come
Approach, come roll yourself up in my rest
My rest - rest - rest - eternal rest.
So, cutting my umbilical-cord emblem
I absorbed three tubes of restful sleeping-pills.
Thus began the maelstrom of decadence
Similar to that of the land which bore me
The killer-governments were always in place
Napalm burned our houses and our fields
The rich burst before the working class
Everywhere, there was nothing but tumult, war-cries
I ran, seeking to protect the children
The children, shit, why do that to children
The nursery-schools were leaping with dynamite
The Spanish houses of cards were collapsing
Victims of congenital malformations
Were the only ones left standing, victorious.
The Elysees, the White Houses, the Kremlins,
The cream-caramels, the chocolate creams--
Say, Death, dear woman, beautiful Death
You're squeezing me a little too close, too tightly
I'm not really a lesbian, you know?
Your arms, encircling me, hinder my breathing
Your perfume is making me nauseous--
Say, Death, dear woman, beautiful Death
On this side of the hereafter,
Where can one find the way of Love--
On earth, I refused the lie, the vanity of Being
Here, the typists tap on their bongos
Horrible rhythms which thunder through my entrails--
Say, Death, dear woman, beautiful Death
Send me back to that side of Life
I want to know the love of Peter-the-Recalcitrant
I still need to give and to receive
I need to fight for a new world
I want to know the Year 01 that our friends were talking about
I still want to build snowmen
In winter, on the white roofs of the factories
I want to blow up the highways
And walk in the tall grass of the countryside
I want to embrace boys and girls
Open-mouthed, kissing their hot lips
I want to get drunk on the saliva of my beloved
I want to love and to die a natural death
Like everyone, two feet in my shoes*--
Give me Life again, Death, Beautiful Death
And I will make you a child.
 
i hope this translation was useful to you. use it wherever, i don't mind.
i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be 'word for word'.

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