A keresés eredménye oldal 2

A Kínai Negyed Királynője

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A Kínai negyedben találkoztam az Ópiumkirálynővel.
A soha nem síró és nevető, babaarcú lánnyal Sanghajból.
Ó uralja az alvilágot a Kínai Negyedben,
Futtatja az ópiumbarlangokat a Kínai Negyedben.
Vidd el neki aranyad, s gondod,
S ha az élet kicsit túl sivár, hogy kibírd,
Hívd csak fel a Kínai Negyed Úrnőjét!
 
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el,
Ő majd felvidít, ha bánatos vagy.
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el,
És elfújja szomorúságodat.
 
A Kínai Negyedben történt,
Az Ópiumkirálynővel találkoztam.
A soha nem síró és nevető, babaarcú lánnyal Sanghajból.
Ha a szerelem nem olyan, mint ahogy hangzik,
Ha barátaid magadra hagytak, menj el hozzá bátran.
Ha az élet kín, ha a szerelem bánat,
És több jut neked, mint amit kibírhatnál,
Hívd csak fel a Kínai Negyed Úrnőjét!
 
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el,
Ő majd felvidít, ha bánatos vagy.
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el
És elfújja szomorúságodat.
 
A Kínai negyedben találkoztam az Ópiumkirálynővel.
A soha nem nevető, és síró babaarcú lánnyal Sanghajból.
 
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el,
Ő majd felvidít, ha bánatos vagy.
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el,
És elfújja szomorúságodat.
 
Ha az élet kicsit túl sivár,
Mikor lehangolt, s magad alatt vagy,
Csak hívd fel a Kínai Negyed Úrnőjét!
Meglásd, kisegít,
Felvidít téged,
Bánatod elszívja.
Kínai Negyed Királynőjéhez menj el…
 

Ask

You ask
You ask to be born
You ask for instructions,
Work and dignity
You ask
To have heirs
A god you believe in
Respectability...
A certain autonomy
A life that's only yours
That no one will bother you
Meritocracy
Justice and honesty
A world that functions.
 
You ask for
Rules and tools
Ten Commandments
But not for the trade unions!
You ask for
Consistent examples
Politicians and
Distant relatives
You can ask for guarantees
Keep your ideas safe
From bad company, if you can...z
Make them respect you
You keep your TV off
It's where the strangers come from.
It's a struggle but yet you exist.
How many sacrifices you must make.
They lynch you if you don't buy
Or if you don't vote for them.
Are you sure that you can bear it?
Turn the reasons upside down and then
You'll get used to the pain...
You need to:... React!
 
You ask
But no-one hears you.
You ask insistently
But it won't be any use.
Evictions.
To no particular destination.
It is only by blackmail
That they can hold us here.
It's been taking you here and there
For centuries now.
This pushing around will not end
Don't ask me why
This world goes like this.
Man can save himself and he does not.
It is a struggle and yet you exist.
How many sacrifices you must make.
Weren't these the agreements?
Equality and fraternity.
Ask yourself to change
Appeal to your determination.
Give your heart free rein
Ask for... love.
 
At least out of spite, you exist!
And you, yes you can get... Them!
 

May the Mediterranean be

Versions: #1
Mediterranean Sea
 
May the Mediterranean be
that ship that goes alone
all playing music and all sailing
on that wave where one can fly
between science and legend
of flamenco and taranta
and between algebra and magic
in the wake of those sailors
and that wave that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 
Going, going, we are all the same
looking at the shores of the same sea
and no one is a pirate and no one is an emigrant
we are all seafarers
Going, going, there is no barrier
we are all children of the same sea
and no one is a pirate and no one is an emigrant
we are all seafarers
 
May the Mediterranean be
the fort that has no gates
where everyone can live
of the wealth that each one brings
every man with his own star
in the night of the dancing god
and every people with its own god
which accompanies all sailors
and that wave that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 
Going, going, to the same party
with a music made by different people
from Naples who invent a melody
to the drums of Algeria
Going, going, to the same party
with a music that continues and never stops
from Naples who invent a melody
to the drums of Algeria
 
Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that has always been going on
sailing between north and south
between east and west
and in the sea of ​​inventions
that compass to navigate
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria
and the courage of those sailors
and that journey that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 
Mediterranean Sea
Mediterranean Sea
 
Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that goes alone
between the future and the poetry
in the wake of those sailors
and that wave that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 

Ninco Nanco

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Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
1859, the old Bourbon king dies
and goes to the throne his son, 23-year-old, still a boy, .
It's time to take advantage of this power vacuum
of that kingdom in the middle of the sea guarded only by sirens.
And the Bank of Naples is ideal for offsetting expenses,
to cover the deficit of the Piedmontese finance.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because history must go that way
and the South is a land of conquest Ninco Nanco cannot stay,
and Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could speak
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
And the sulfur of Sicily and the construction sites in Castellammare
and the silk factories and Gaeta to be bombed.
It is the ideal that makes war, a declared war
to see who stands between the rifle and the tammuriata1,
and the tammurriata is superstition, this story must end
and here one makes Italy or one dies and Ninco Nanco must die.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because history must go that way
and the South is a land of conquest Ninco Nanco cannot stay there,
and Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could speak
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
And to defeat brigandage and to inaugurate emigration
the courage must be killed and Ninco Nanco better die.
Because he was born an earth digger and killing him is not a crime
and after a revolver shot they even photographed him.
And his soul is far off, but the smile is still on his face.
the last challenge of a brigand: 'How beautiful it is to die killed'2.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because history must go that way
and the South is a land of conquest Ninco Nanco cannot stay there,
and Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could talk
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 
And Ninco Nanco is to be eliminated and if he dies who cares,
not one flower on his grave, no one praying on his grave.
 
And Ninco Nanco is to be eliminated that his name is no longer be mentioned,
Cursed be his story, cursed be this song.
 
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could speak
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 

• 1. Until a few decades ago, the term tammurriata meant only a song-instrumental repertoire, while currently it represents a complex family of dances on the drum (also called simply 'dance' by the direct performers). It is performed in a vast area ranging from the lower Volturno valley, the Caserta area, the Circumvesuvian area, up to the Agro Nocerino, the Nolano and the Amalfi Coast.
• 2. 'How beautiful it is to die killed': 'How beautiful it is to die killed / in front of the door of the lover / the soul goes up to heaven / the body remains at the unfortunate' is an anonymous quatrain of the nineteenth century. According to Eugenio Bennato it could be a bandit song. The first line was used by Roberto De Simone as the title of a record of him, the soundtrack of the homonymous film on Pisacane directed by Ennio Lorenzini (1975).

Me I like you as you are

Me I like you just as you are,
without theatricality,
without show garments,
the way mommy made you.
 
Me I like you just as you are,
including your fixations,
including all your flaws,
and your old aunts, too.
Giancarlo is a friend
and he keeps repeating me
that you're the ideal woman
and he would like you for himself.
 
Me I like you just as you are,
Giancarlo is absolutely right,
you're the ideal woman,
but you're ideal for me.
 
I'm no extremist,
I'm not shallow either,
but revolution
is what I want to do with you.
 
Me I like you just as you are,
the sentence might be commonplace
and even a bit ungrammatical,
but the ending makes up for it:
Me I like you just as you are,
I am a tough guy but however
in a month, a year tops
I will marry you!