A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Radha and Madhaba

Look! friend, look! Radha and Madhaba [Krishna] , how beautiful their gait is
Look! friend, look! Radha and Madhaba [Krishna] , how beautiful their gait is
The bimana[small palanquin], comes swinging, The bimana, comes swinging
Look! friend, look! Radha and Madhaba [Krishna] , how beautiful their gait is
Drums beat in hundreds, and the kahali [trumpet] as well
Drums beat in hundreds, and the kahali [trumpet], announcing their arrival
Here they come, on the streets of puri
Look! friend, look! Radha and Madhaba [Krishna] , how beautiful their gait is
With them are the five Shivas of Puri 1
Radhika, her friend and with them the flute-bearer [Krishna]
Gaze, Gaze at them in glee! Their wonderful swinging gate
Their minds set at Narendra lake, they walk towards it in joy
Look as the one who enamours the three worlds rows his splendid boat
Gaze, Gaze at them in glee! Their wonderful swinging gate
Says Banamali [poet] meditating on their holy feet
Says Banamali [poet] meditating on their holy feet
Here look, as they enter into the chandana kunda [sandalwood pool]
Look! friend, look! Radha and Madhaba [Krishna] , how beautiful their gait is
The bimana[small palanquin], comes swinging, The bimana, comes swinging
Look! friend, look! Radha and Madhaba [Krishna] , how beautiful their gait is
 

• 1. [Lokanatha,Markanda,Jambeswara,Kapalamochana, Nilakantha]

Spring has came

Spring has come, plains and mountains are colorful
People's hearts are happy, while mine is sorrowful
The yellowness of the fall is autumn's wrong
The yellowness of my own is the distance from my dear
I asked from above the tombstone: Whose grave is this?
'It's the grave of Majnun lovelorn for Layla'*
 

Song of Tenderness

The skies of my childhood
Had a scent of basil and bread

The Blue Without Name

The fantasies that built up within loneliness
However I tried, unable to put them to words all along
Because of immaturity, they overflowed from these two small hands
Finally, they've filled up the canvas
 
Like it's welling up from the horizon
Like it's going along completely chilled cheeks
That warm colour becomes my voice
 
Imagination surpasses reality, and the heavily drooping clouds dispersed
If I could leave that view behind [for someone]
[a vivid colour]* that could even let my voice pierce the eye of an unknown person a thousand years from now -
A vivid colour, that is a colour still without name
 
The fantasies that built up within loneliness
Unable to even share them with someone
Even now, they're still squirming in the depths of my heart
What shall I call this feeling that bears no name?
 
So I don't forget
So I don't lose [it/them]
 
Like the spring that worries about tomorrow
Like the pulse that runs through this body
With that soft colour, I became me
 
The future I struck the pure white canvas with
Has become [my] life unnoticed, will become proof that I lived
[a vivid colour]* that could even overturn the foundations of someone's life a thousand years from now -
A vivid colour, breathtakingly beautiful
Surely, that would still be the blue without name
 

Orb of Night

Words can't describe
Realizing the time
Where did she go
If it's destined
This is how it's feel
Then I would have to accept
Please replace if this is the best for you
I'll let go of you, sincerely
 
I miss my orb of night
My prayers will be with you
Hope your heart will remain everlasting
Towards me
God, I ask of you to take care
Of her without a limit
God, I ask you to strengthen her heart forever
I need her
 
I miss my orb of night
And I still do
If this is fated
God, I ask you to strengthen her heart!
 
I miss my orb of night
My prayers will be with you
Hope your heart will remain everlasting
Towards me
God, I ask of you to take care
Of her without a limit
God, I ask you to strengthen her heart forever
 
I miss my orb of night
My prayers will be with you
Hope your heart will remain everlasting
Towards me
God, I ask of you to take care
Of her without a limit
God, I ask you to strengthen her heart forever
I need her
 
I need her
 

I Can't Stand

I'm drunk on rose, it's trouble.
My tears are not enough to die.
Your secret love in me,
It pierces my heart, wound by wound.
 
While you're listening to this song,
I'm somewhere far away,
Passing in one's chips,
I will think of you and forget.
I can't stand your longing.
 
God, how great pain is this?
It neither passes nor kills.
I drank wine of love,
To your heart's content.
 
While you're listening to this song,
I'm somewhere far away,
Passing in one's chips,
I will think of you and forget.
I can't stand your longing.
 

Cheeky Tiny Heart

Always, too much isn’t enough for me
A dreamer, I sure am that kind of girl
My swaying heart’s something of froth in cream soda
It’s gonna melt once you look away
 
I’ve forgotten what happened yesterday
Tomorrow is a thousand miles away
Each passing day is brimming with so much thrill
I’ve got no time for getting bored
 
Cheeky Tiny Heart
I can’t be honest, you know
You can see how I really feel
(it’s stunning)
Greedy Tiny Heart
Dreams are sweet & sour
Let them shine so bright
Pretty please, I Need You!
 
Oh No! I’ve gone too far and my head’s running wild
Sometimes you’ll scold me but my heart’s not broken but bent
Trouble is always the energy source to my heart
Because I need no days based off of routine work
 
I crumble in tears over loneliness every now and then
But thinking about you will see me through again
When my eyes meet yours, we can read each other
It’s strange enough to think that it’s a spell of magic
 
Cheeky Tiny Heart
See me growing
But I still want you to spoil me
(I’m so sorry)
Whimsical Tiny Heart
Yeah I’m not big enough
But excitement expends like outer space
My throbbing heart’s got a Crush On You!
 
You might think me cheeky
You might think me greedy
Will you get along with me?
(I’m begging you)
 
Cheeky Tiny Heart
I can’t be honest, you know
You can see how I really feel
(it’s stunning)
Greedy Tiny Heart
Dreams are sweet & sour
Let them shine so bright
Pretty please, I Need You!
There goes Tiny Heart!
 

Don't play

ALEM
Put your hand down, don't pull it away
The strings of my mind are in your fingers
My every thought depends on you, let me understand myself first.
Please don't play, please don't play, If you're not going to play till the boss level
Please don't play, please don't play
If you're not going to be next to me when the last boss comes out
 
BALA
Put your hand down, don't pull it away
The strings of my mind are in your fingers
My every thought depends on you, let me understand myself first.
Please don't play, please don't play, if you're not going to play till the boss level
Please don't play, please don't play
If you're not going to be next to me when the last boss comes out
 
ACE
The blind heart is still so pure, you seek for a meaning in every word
Your mind lies, listen to your soul
So that we won't walk thorny roads barefoot later
Wrong (la la) thoughts, brush them off

I won’t be yours

Once upon a time there was a girl
And I firmly believed I would love her till the end
I would’ve given anything for you but I died that day
You replaced me with someone else because of some car
 
It’s been some time, I’m different, you’re different
I succeeded, you remained a whore
You’re gonna hear it from me every time
 
The sad women are in the expensive cars
They don’t have love, only money
You wanted it in cash, right? Be alone
Who is it that you love, who? I won’t be yours
 
The most miserable women are in the expensive cars
They don’t have love, only money
You wanted it in cash, right? Be alone
Who is it that you love, who? I won’t be yours
 
It’s written on the candles
If you light them, don’t leave them (unsupervised)
They could turn everything into ashes
Our love is the same –
if you leave it unattended1, it will burn your house down
 
It’s been some time, I’m different, you’re different
I succeeded, you remained a whore
You’re gonna hear it from me every time
 
The sad women are in the expensive cars
They don’t have love, only money
You wanted it in cash, right? Be alone
Who is it that you love, who? I won’t be yours
 
The most miserable women are in the expensive cars
They don’t have love, only money
You wanted it in cash, right? Be alone
Who is it that you love, who? I won’t be yours
 

• 1. Literal translation, 'If you forget about it'

A present to Stalin from a Vietnam girl

A bamboo hut stands in far-off Vietnam.
There, a girl embroiders a banner as a gift to Stalin.
The fingers move quickly, and you want to smile.
And on the banner, Stalin looks a little like a Vietnamese.
 
She had put so much patience into her work, so much patience
Into her work not for nothing:
Stalin will receive her gift for his birthday!
Stalin will receive her gift for his birthday!
 
But one foggy morning, by the wrathful summons of a tom-tom drum
With weapons, the people of Vietnam rose up against the planters.
And in the heart of the uprising, the banner rose stubbornly:
It was a present to Stalin from a Vietnam girl!
 
She gave her precious gift to the people,
Who defended peace and their freedom in the struggle!
 

I can't stand to be apart

Like always forgetting something
Like to dry rose on a branch
Like a teenager child
I'm wandering, I'm wandering
I can’t stand to be apart
 
Like always forgetting something
Like to dry rose on a branch
Like a teenager child
I'm wandering, I'm wandering
I can’t stand to be apart
 
I weep inwardly
I have different kinds of troubles
I can stand all of them with pleasure
But I can't stand to be apart
 
I found the way but missed the trace
I became 'me' but lost 'us'
I actually lost the secret
I'm wandering, I'm wandering
I can’t stand to be apart
 
I weep inwardly
I have different kinds of troubles
I can stand all of them with pleasure
But I can't stand to be apart
I can't stand to be apart