A keresés eredménye oldal 40

Peaceful Night

I
Peaceful night,
quiet hours
Gentle is the wind
mixed with dew
Sweet was my dream
and once I awoke
My heart insisted
that I caress you
 
II
Especially of you sweetheart
I behold
All are gone
my sorrows
If I remember the sweetness of your actions
I will not forget you
Until life ends
 
(REPEAT II)
(REPEAT I)
 

The Far East

Draw me in a beautiful place
With a church on top of a rock
And show trees with nests
In a swing by the wind on top of the clouds
 
By sunset, violet evening
Glitter of leaves, stars above
And around you, by the shadow of a fire
The eyes watching, you don't see
 
And when you tell your story
What happened in the town left by Rizal*
What did the wounded say?
By the man held by candle and flowers
 
And I will show you, a greedy man
Wrapped by mud brought by the rain
I got drenched even in my dreams
Left in a puddle
 
Where is the fiesta*? they ask
By the townspeople that we meet
I am already coming from the
Place that you want to reach
 
In a place far east
Wherever, wherever you are
In a beautiful place, wherever you are
There in the far east
 

Egyptians,

Egypt had overwhelming burdens. Above it's energy. Who would be okay with this?
Where is her youth? Where are her loyal children?
Egyptians, what happened to us?
When will we wake up from the deep sleep we're in?
 
We're losing our country. What are we waiting for?
When will we wake up from the deep sleep we're in?
Egyptians, what happened to us?
Save her, before it's too late.
 

I Won't forget You

I will not forget you
I will not forsake you.
Etched forevermore
In my palm
your name
 
Will a mother forget
A child born from her?
Baby from her womb
How can she refuse?
 
Even if she'll forget
The mothers' child
that she bore
 
I will not forget you
Won't forsake ever
I will not forget you
Won't forsake ever
 

Blasted spring

I was more or les like that,
white wine, night,
and old songs
and the blasted spring,
sweet deceiver,
laughed at me.
 
What's left of an erotic dream if
suddenly I wake up
and you are gone?
I regret your not being there,
I despair
as if love were painful
and although i don't want to,
without wanting to I think of you.
 
If the blasted spring
comes back to me
to make me fall in love
what does it matter, if
an hour is enough to make me fall in love
it's short enough
the blasted spring
it's short enough,
I'm harming only myself.
 
What your passing left behind
is a kiss that's not enough
of a kiss,
a caress which
rings false,
an 'I love you and I don't love you'
and even though you don't want to
without wanting to you think of me.
 
If the blasted spring
comes back to me
to make me fall in love
what does it matter, if
an hour is enough to make me fall in love
it's short enough
the blasted spring
it's short enough,
I'm cursing only myself.
 
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Mommy, I'm hurt

[1st Verse:]
Either you're rich or poor,
it's all the same after all.
We're all the same when meeting the Omnipotent.
I try to keep it that way,
I can portray an angel or a demon altogether at times.
Mommy trusts me telling me that I'm a brave man.
I can start from scratch and then reach the top.
I don't have the power anymore to undo the void.
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm all the same and I never changed.
I hurt other young men and I've apologised.
Tonight I invited 16-year-olds at my house for advice.
Only those who followed me
and the same haters.
I didn't change groups.
The beginning of a story that is being written...
 
[Chorus:]
Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
 
[2nd Verse:]
More often, under the house garden,
the group declines during every season.
They told me: 'MHD, you go solo,
no one will even mourn over your coffin.'
Trust is bought, friendship is not paid.
If love is poor for mommy, then I'm Ray Charles.
A look over my watch is my time that coming close.
Before moving away, I want to dance with somebody.
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm all the same and I never changed.
I hurt other young men and I've apologised.
Tonight I invited 16-year-olds at my house for advice.
Only those who followed me
and the same haters.
I didn't change groups.
The beginning of a story that is being written...
 
[Chorus:]
Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
 
[3rd Verse:]
And the more time goes by,
the more I realise that success is never that far away.
I was far away from the glimpse,
I always panic whenever I enter the stage.
I expect the public outburst.
Mommy, don't you worry. Your son will hold his grip.
I don't complain, I have the mif that surrounds me.
They say that I'll shine, thus I long for my tour.
 
[Chorus:]
Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
 
Οι μεταφράσεις μου μέχρι ένα εφικτό σημείο είναι δικές μου. Δέχομαι βελτιώσεις μόνο αν θεωρώ ότι κάποια μετάφρασή μου έχει παράδοθεί ελλιπής ή εντελώς εσφαλμένη.
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To the guys

came from the village, went to the beach
To run away from the guys, the guys
When she saw the boat and the jetski
Came back the same people
 
That she !
 
That she won't stop
Won't stop
Won't stop
Crazy to sit to the guys
 
Won't stop
Won't stop
Won't stop
Is back the naughty
 
She won't stop
Won't stop
Won't stop
Crazy to sit for the guys
 
Won't stop
Won't stop won't stop
Is back the naughty
 

Do not blame

I do not blame you my love
If you can not take your eyes off of me
too preoccupied with my burdens
wishing that i'm always in sight
 
Take it easy as long as I love you
Either you're here or not
You're always with me
Release your heart from this agony
Put out this fire of jealousy
I do not blame you my love
If you can not take your eyes off of me
 
your existence next to me
makes me forget my own existence
Your heart is a colorful world
where you water my roses with your love
And keep taking care of me
 
I do not blame you my love
If you can not take your eyes off of me
 

Song for Federica

Maybe one day we'll burn
Like life burn
Maybe you count the time
Leaning the nose on fingers
 
Maybe it's the complicated law
Of this enormous nature
Maybe it's the force of crying
Don't leave you alone
 
Maybe every fall
It's the start of another flight
Maybe the best of living
You found it in one only man
 
Maybe it's because we are creatures
Made of dusts and tricks
To correct the heart
These years won't be enough
 
Maybe it's study's anxiety
To make you hate the morning
Maybe it's the silence of a father
To make you love a child
 
Maybe it's your free will
That mess up the humor
Maybe we're architects
Of our pain
 
Maybe it's an old enemy of yours
Your most close friend
Maybe it's God absence
That brings you to yourself
 
Maybe it's a line of weed
That leaves you like shit
When your head explode
And you want to let the party
 
But you, walk, walk
Amass roads
Letting all
Move
 
But you, breathe, breathe
Don't close your eyes
If the dark of the night
Finds you
 
Maybe the flower resists
The time of a season
Maybe sometimes a hug
You find it in a song
 
Maybe it's friend's boredom
Of some satutday night
Maybe it's your mother cooking
That is not like before
 
Maybe it's that an answer
You find it into a sight
That a perfect meeting
It's fruit of delay
 
But you, walk, walk
Amass roads
Letting all
Move
 
But you, breathe, breathe
Don't close your eyes
If the dark of the night
Finds you
 
Maybe one day we'll burn
Like life burn
Maybe you count the time
Leaning the nose on fingers
 
Maybe it's the complicated law
Of this enormous nature
Maybe it's the force of crying
 

SOBABILI

thando lwami nawe
Olwethu sobabili
Umuntu wesithathu akafuneki
Iindaba zethu lezo (x2)
 
Yim’ engakushela
Yim’ engakuqoma
Ngathi sishadane, baby
Savumelana
Ngakunikeza uthando
Ngakunikeza impilo yami
Mina nawe sobabili
Sathi akekho ozosihlukanisa
 

The Hour of Love

For a long time this room
has had its shutters closed.
No more light comes in here,
the sun is a stranger.
 
It's she who I am missing,
it's she who's no longer here.
 
The clock in the square
has beaten its hour.
 
It's time to wait for you,
it's time for you to come back,
I feel you, you are near,
it's the hour of love.
 
The emptiness of life
is as vast as the sea.
Ever since she left
I no longer ever saw her.
 
It's she who I am missing,
it's she who's no longer here.
 
The clock in the square
has lost hope.
 
I, no, I did not lose it,
I'm waiting for you to return,
I feel you, you are near,
it's the hour of love.
 
I, no, I did not lose it,
I'm waiting for you to return,
I feel you, you are near,
it's the hour of love.
 
It's the hour of love.
It's the hour of love.
 
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When I Go Far

Staring at the brink of the water,
can't get enough of the breeze,
My mind is astray.
No matter how hard I try to redeem myself
I can`t stop myself to play in the water.
Each step, each path
deviates, curves away
from the dream I cannot reach, I cannot achieve.
 
The open sea entices me to come closer
At what place do you end?
If my guide in my journey are the waves and wind
I will try to voyage though I cannot fathom the distance
 
Here, where I grew up, the whole community is happy.
No need for anything else.
Here, each one of us has their own role
and mine is already assigned.
I`ll take the lead, and I will rule
The sound of my song like running water will pour out
but the song of the heart I drowned
is not the same tune
 
How the shimmer leaps off the tide, it's glorious
Can your depths be reached?
It doesn't matter which part of the world I'm washed away to, if it so happens
That I will answer the call of the extent of the horizon
 
The open sea entices me to come closer
At what place do you end?
If my guide in my journey are the waves and the wind,
Bring me far!
 

On the hill (there is) a little house

On the hill (there is) a little house,
on it there are two windows,
there sits a lovely young lady,
like a springtime flower.
 
What are you doing, fabulous child,
on this most beautiful night?
My loved one, my shining star,
told me that he would come.
 
Three nights have already gone by
since I began my wait,
and many more will still pass,
while I remain very sad.
 
My loved one loves another,
and he has forsaken me,
but I will not curse him
because I did love him.
 

További dalszöveg fordítások

Ahwa

I turn the male of Ahwa even with a mole
The hadiths of the beloved Madame
To witness the audio of loved and distanced
Bataif is a dreamer
In my spirit, my soul was destroyed by love
Fajr al-Hamati a day before my bath
My love left me not blues
And sorrow and rest and excessive
Ling Khali from Huai himself
Sliema and Yahya go safely
The Grand Imam
 

Little Elf

In the evening, a little freezing elf came,
he said, for a moment.
A month passed soon and the beloved little elf
fell into my heart like no-one else.
 
Silent like a student, he started va banque,
je t'aime all the time, in stars, like Lem.
No place for bon ton, voyager of senses,
caressed me up to the peak of dreams.
 
A little innocent elf was waking me up at night
and asking: is it dream or not?
He liked to promise that it's forever, the little elf,
the forever didn't mean anything.
 
Everything he wanted, he had with me:
both vinaigrette and the Pigalle square,
both variétés and the cool three quarters,
regret has left, the sad dell'arte.
 
Maybe it's rain, maybe it's tear.
You ask how it is? Comme çi, comme ça.
He said it's an error, that he is bored,
the door was open, so s'il vous plaît.
 
He went out in the evening, my bored little elf,
I'm waiting, probably I want to wait.
You will recognize him easily, so don't ask me any more,
just an ordinary little elf...
 

A Short Elegy

She calmly stood up on her tiptoes,
Then gave her lips to me and kissed.
I kissed her wearily on lips rose
In silence of the autumn mist.
 
And tears dripped without sound
In silence of the autumn mist.
The dull day waned, by boredom bound,
Like all things that in dreams we missed.
 
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