A keresés eredménye

My dear [A Dear John Letter]

My dear, how much I'm ashamed to write you,
how to tell your love for me is pointless?
My love grows colder, so stop caring about me.
So for the last time I call you: My dear.
 
The battle ended yesterday at noon.
A postman came and handed me a letter.
I was so happy,
how can be happy a guy while far away from family,
far away from home.
I opened your letter which started so nicely,
with two words: My dear.
 
Suddenly a bullet flew in from somewhere,
as is so often the case in battles.
It was a bad luck or destiny, who knows.
I was leaving this world with lovely feeling,
because I held your letter in my hands,
which started so nicely: My dear.
 

William bakes buns [My Old Man The Dustman]

I got married so young
And stupid I was even more
And love proposals? Well, many
And all of them from Richtown
But my William smelled lovely of baked bread and had blue sky eyes
and this blue sky just confused me oh, oh unfortunately.
 
My William bakes buns
And he doesn't love me much
He has sleepy-narrow eyes
And likes to sleep very much
I stand in the shop in the morning
And I look blue to you
Just look at me, whatever
As I'm slowly withering.
 
My man is cuddling with the dough
And works like a dog
But when he adds an yeast
He's yawning and going to sleep
Let everyone praise his trade
Let them praise God's gift
Fire from the furnace
is not enough for me
I want to feel other heat!
 
My William bakes buns
And he doesn't love me much
He has sleepy-narrow eyes
And likes to sleep very much
 
[...]
 
Early Sunday morning
I went to Allwisetown
There is smart baker girl
Perhaps she can give some advice.
From a distance as she sees me
My eyes, pale face
She runs instantly towards me:
Poor girl
You don't need tell me anything
 
Your William bakes buns
And he doesn't love you much
And his eyes are sleepy
And likes to sleep very much.
 
[...]
 
The evening came, stars came out
And the house smelled of cumin
I put the ladder against the wall
And up to the chimney!
They say one brick is enough
And fire should be without the draft
Now run in vain
Around the bakery
With dough on your hands!
 
My William did not bake buns
And he loved me a lot
His eyes were no longer sleepy
And he didn't want to sleep at all
 
[...]
 
It's morning, sun is burning
We open our shop
And local and non-local
Customers come to us
I yell: No buns!
And my voice thrilled with joy
I have empty shelves
Business is slow
This is what I call sin!
 
My William did not bake buns
And he loved me a lot
Now his eyes are sleepy
And he will sleep for a long time
I yell: No buns!
And the baker must sleep!
Let the city be angry
It doesn't bother me
What matters most he loves me.
 

I envy [Ragazzo della Via Gluck]

If you were a king and could give me
just as a gift your country or state,
if you buy me a palace and a shield of gold
and a collection of all the stamps, I'll decline them all.
I just want to live the life properly and nothing more,
it's just my wildly desire and I want to say to this desire:
 
I envy the rivers, I see them flow,
I envy the breads, I feel them bake,
I envy the fires their fragrant smoke,
I envy the roses and I don't succeed,
I envy the bees their honey paradise,
I envy April for attracting May.
 
I envy the blue small cloud its freedom
and this is a bad thing,
I envy the student wearing a suit his love
and this is a bad thing.
 
I envy the roads that they can lead, I envy the trees around the roads,
I envy the meadows of the August heat, I envy the mountains their few springs,
I envy the violins their silver voice, I envy the oceans their space and time.
 
I envy the blue small cloud its freedom
and this is a bad thing,
I envy the student wearing a suit his love
and this is a bad thing.
 
I envy the roads, I envy them,
I envy the trees, I envy them,
I envy the meadows, I envy them,
I envy the mountains, I envy them,
I envy the violins, I envy them....