A keresés eredménye oldal 2

A nyugtalan szelek

Click to see the original lyrics (Finnish)
Ez nem az utolsó part,
se ember vége.
Ez az eset kettesben megtörésén.
Sincs nagyon nagy
írató történelem abból,
de kinyomtatják azt a szíveinkbe.
 
Talán valamikor ez minden után
több okra akad.
 
Amikor eljön az ideje vagy csak úgy
behozni jönnek a nyugtalan szelek,
és azok visznek engem el.
Nem vagyok teljesen boldogtalan,
de azok a szelek megint fütyülik a meghívásukat.
Csak egy pillanatra szerzek lenni nálad.
 
Ez nem szonett1 vagy egy másik
szerelmeseknek a teliholdja.
Ez egy különböző cím kulcsa.
Sehogyan sem kapnak ebből az életet,
nagyobb mint a film.
Talán egy kifakult képet.
 
Még valamikor ez minden után
több okra akad.
 
Amikor eljön az ideje vagy csak úgy
behozni jönnek a nyugtalan szelek,
és azok visznek engem el.
Nem vagyok teljesen boldogtalan,
de azok a szelek megint fütyülik a meghívásukat.
Csak egy pillanatra szerzek lenni nálad.
 
Ezt nem lehet hatalmasabbá tenni.
Elég, amikor mi emlékszünk.
 
Ismét eljön az ideje és csak úgy
behozni jönnek a nyugtalan szelek,
és azok visznek engem el.
Nem vagyok teljesen boldogtalan,
de azok a szelek megint fütyülik a meghívásukat.
Csak egy pillanatra szerzek lenni nálad.
 

• 1. versforma, ami 14 sórból áll

Old Tongue

Old tongue, in your flavor
there’s a sprinkle of Eve’s milk.
Old tongue, I don’t know you anymore,
you’ve grown thin
day by day in my mouth (and you’re not enough for me)

Sweet Poison

You burned me inside
You went through my chest
You pierced me your its sweet poison
 
You burned me inside
You went through my chest
You pierced me your its sweet poison
 
Ever since
Ever since
I don't know why
I can't tell
I don't know who I am
Without you
Without you
 
You burned me inside
You went through my chest
You pierced me your its sweet poison
 
You burned me inside
You went through my chest
You pierced me your its sweet poison
 
Ever since
Ever since
I don't know why
I can't tell
I don't know who I am
Without you
Without you
 
I don't know why
I can't tell
I don't know who I am
Without you
Without you
 

The Tiny Pretty Rose of Mine

Versions: #1
The tiny pretty rose of mine
The little merry nightingale of mine
The Tiny Pretty Rose of Mine
The little merry nightingale of mine
 
Saw you that day
You set me in fire
Saw you that day
You set me in fire
 
Hands to hands
Eyes at eyes
Hands to hands
Eyes at eyes
 
Saw you that day
You set me in fire
Saw you that day
You set me in fire
 

Ballad to Yemen

Versions: #1
No cloud in the firmament, what about this smoke!
No dead has been arrived, what about this grief!
How thorny is this land of Yemen!
 
This way to Yemen
Rose but the meal
None came back
Wonder why!
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 
They are playing harmonica
You thought it was a wedding
Take the green flag, thought she was a bride
You thought those sent to Yemen would come back!
 
This way to Yemen
Rose but the meal
None came back
Wonder why
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 
In front of the barracks, the sound of the battalion
Can be heard, check what he has in his bag
A pair of shoes and a fez!
 
This way to Yemen
Rose but the meal
None came back
Wonder why
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 

Pick an old guy!

Pick an old guy!
Pick an old guy!
Original lecture. Text and melody by Otto Reutter
Teich / Danner No. 350
(The performer's appearance is an older, but still very sprightly and brisk gentleman.)
 
1.
The statistics show the connoisseur
there are more women than men.
That's why I advise all women
To know their options in good time.
But please be satisfied,
Not everyone get get the most handsome.
Don't be so picky,
just looking for the young and crisp ones.
Pick an old guy, pick an old guy!
Such an old, well-established,
a public servant with a pension -
such a person is in demand.
Pick an old guy, pick an old guy!
Once freshened up a bit
He will often be better than a young man
And always better than nothing!
 
2.
Ain't the old man no Adonis,
At least he is a man-person.
Even if he had never been attractive,
(alternatively/in the video: Even if his attractiveness has been lost)
The more one looks at her!
Maybe he has a bald head -
one gets it, one has it -
Maybe he has a double chin,
well, then you grab it twice.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Maybe he is getting some wrinkles,
Those can only be seen on the head -
Elsewhere they might be attractive.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Is it already fat and wide,
A young man will have to be fed first
but with this one you're already there.
(With a corresponding gesture indicating wide girth)
(attached video is shellac recording - scroll down)
3.
A young man kisses hot and powerful,
but an old man kisses thoughtfully.
What he lacks in passion,
he rmakes up for - with talent.
And how nice, when giving a kiss,
she doesn't need to think about any consequences,
because as he becomes an old one,
She doesn't get young ones.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Who knows how to do good housekeeping.
A young man kisses carelessly
Often and quickly - so be careful!
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He is less enthusiastic
Do not kiss often, but kisses longer -
so it comes down to the same thing.
 
4.
A young man is hard to beat
when you swing your slipper.
An old man will give in
And look (to her) up humbly.
A young man buys clothes for himself,
an old man buys you a dress from the tailor.
When you put it on, he will be very happy,
Even more when you take it off.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He lets you switch and rule.
He will be happy with just a kiss
then be amazed what he's got.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
When a youngster comes along,
The old guy will let him enjoy the roast
and is himself content with dessert.
 
5.
If you have a young man,
other women will gawk at him.
They never look at an old man
He will be entirely yours.
A young man is more changeable -
But an old man is secure,
He only kisses in his own room
It's plenty for one.
Take your old man, take your old man!
He'll be happy if you keep him
He'll be faithful forever,
almost too faithful - with time!
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He kisses with love's pain
Because with every kiss he thinks:
'It might be the last time!'
 
6.
So if you can't have a young one,
pick an old boy.
There are various ones here today -
And well - - - how about me?
I see younger people here too -
(Summing up :) What they can do, I can still do today,
loved in different places.
Write me, I'll come right away.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
I'm still in very good condition -
Gray hair - easy on the eyes -
Silver is fashionable now.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Girl, if you bury him,
you will inherit everything, everytime - -
But only - but only - but only if you live to see it.
 
(It increases the effect if a young, pretty woman (or several) rushes onto the stage and if the old man dances off with her, or with them, to the melody of the refrain.)
 
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alternative text of the shellac recording
 
A young man is difficult to conquer
If you swing your slipper
An old man gives you his wallet
Makes the beds, brews coffee.
A young man's kisses may be hot and powerful
But an old man kisses thoughftully
What he lacks in passion
He makes up for with talent.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He'll always be easy to get along with
He'll be faithful to eternity,
becomes even more faithful with time.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He'll be less outgoing,
He doesn't kiss as often, but it takes longer
So it comes down to the same.
 
So if you can't have a young man
Pick an old guy.
There are plenty there and here
And how about me?
I recommend myself here strongly
I still have very nice bits leftover
Greetings to all of you, near and far,
write me, I'll be happy to come.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He'll be happy if you him.
Young men often kiss carelessly
Hot and fast, so be watch out.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He kisses with love's pain
Because with every kiss he thinks:
'Oops, this might be the last time!'
 

The King Erl

Who is riding so late through wind and night?
It is the father. Soon it will be eight.
He holds the boy in his arm
He is riding fast, cause the boy has a cold.
Today they will need a bit more time
'Cause dad first wants to have a smoke.
The boy shouts: 'Hey daddy,
I'm dying here, so go on riding!'
Half past seven, half past eight, it's getting brighter.
The father is riding faster and faster.
He reaches the farm with a huge effort
The boy is alive, the horse is dead.
 

Now It's For Real

Now it's Saci1 for real
Now it's two brothers
Now I can run
Now pay attention
 
I'll take you to the square
Too much peace and emeralds
Will rain
All on you
Who said love wouldn't?
Who said love wouldn't?
Wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't?
 
Now it's Saci1 for real
Now it's two brothers
Now I can run
Now pay attention
 
I'll take you to the square
Too much peace and emeralds
Will rain
All on you
Who said love wouldn't?
Who said love wouldn't?
Wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't?
 
Milk, a feeling, a brute sphere, an ending, a way, the fear, the kiss, reality, farms, rarities
The phallus, a dice
A crooked eye, a face, breath, bad taste
A dice, a crooked eye, a face, bad liberation
 
Milk, a feeling, a brute sphere, an ending, a way, the fear, the kiss, the pussy, a phallus that was handed out, an eye
A crooked eye, a face, breath, bad taste
A dice, a crooked eye, a face, bad liberation
 

• Folkloric Brazilian figure

DP

I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
Double penetration
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
On the roads of this life where you pass
I find it funny, I think of life
And for some minutes, I see a new start
I think of you
I melt down, dry
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
Double penetration
 
With you I'll have
With you I'll have, girl
With you I'll have DP
 
It doesn't bother me at all!
The best thing in life is when life is over
On the roads of life I see your picture
I think well, disguise
Think of myself as deep
 
With you I'll have
With you I'll have, girl
With you I'll have DP
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
On the roads of this life where you pass
I find it funny, I think of life
And for some minutes, I see a new start
I think of you
I melt down, dry
 
Life is weird!
A declaration of love!
A declaration of love!
 

Young witch's song

When at night I rode across the mountains,
Clip-clop, clip-clop, my little horse,
A strange ringing went with us,
Ring-a-ling-ling.
It was an enticing, entreating sound,
As lovely as children’s voices.
I seemed to be stroking soft hair,
I felt so strange and sad.
Then suddenly the ringing was gone,
I looked down into the deep valley.
Then I saw a light in my house,
Clip-clop, clip-clop, my little horse,
My little boy was looking out for his mother,
Ring-a-ling-ling.
 

Under the sky's flowers

So many different people,
the bare feet and the music
and your weird dress,
the burning fire and someone close to you.
 
The changing sky, he looks for you
You look so beautiful, and you continue the game
He loves you and it's night time again.
 
So many different people,
the sound of voices and the music
He comes looking for you, there's no afterwards
you run fast to me.
 
Under the sky's flowers
you look for me, you look so beautiful
and you continue the game, as always,
it's just you and me.
 
Under the sky's flowers
people sing, people love,
Under the sky's flowers
as always, it's just you and me.
 
Under the sky's flowers
people suffer, people wait,
Under the sky's flowers
as always, it's just you and me.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Under the sky's flowers
people suffer, people wait,
Under the sky's flowers
as always, it's just you and me.
 

Upside down

Much more than the ground beneath my feet
Here I miss voices and the city
And I miss you, because I haven't seen you
Since I've been here
 
We went up before the shift ended
To the factory roof to see
Whether from up there we could finally see
The one who got us fired
 
The first day he took off almost hurriedly
With us above and the others arguing below,
But whose faces are those above the roof
And what do they have to look at?
 
Then the patrol car came tearing in
And a little boy waved from a window
Before night fell,
The television crew set up shop
 
But no, I'm not coming down
Not even the television
Can make me come down
No, I'm not coming down
You go ahead
And go on television
 
Like passers-by during a sudden downpour
Crammed into a doorway's only shelter
The people downstairs crushed themselves
Around the eye of the broadcast.
 
'A relative of mine was up there on the roof.'
'Outsourcing's to blame as far as I'm concerned'
Everyone wanted the microphone
To say something on television
 
And while darkness sank into the streets
And onto the gates and railings of Turin
And the light had gone out on the balcony
Where that little boy was
 
I thought for an instant that I saw you
Among the others showing solidarity down there
But it wasn't you and I stayed up
On the roof camping out
 
But no, I'm not coming down...
 
Days and nights have gone by since that day
And there's traffic in the streets again
Only rarely is there someone who lifts their gaze
And watches me watching
 
My comrades have gone, too, and I understand them
It isn't so easy to stay
If there's someone waiting for you
If you have someone you can tell things to
 
And so, all alone now, I keep watch on my own
And I no longer care about getting down or going back
Or even about knowing
Who got us fired
 
Unchanging days go by and I don't count them
Let them take away the breath of those who follow them closely
I'll stay here and, for now, make do
With a little boy's wave
 

Soaked in sunlight like sponges.

Soaked in sunlight like sponges
With the frost howling like banners
With fingernails we work this soil
With blood-shot eyes and chained feet!
 
Ancient like the roots of these plants
We are here rooted: we are country people!
We water this land crying:
Sweat, blood, tears make these furrows.
 
We are country people: yes, hunger,
Broken backs and corns on our hands.
“Mow! Work! Animal!” –we obey!...
 
“Pick this fruit and harvest the weat!”
Life and death in front of highborn people
For three beans and a loaf of bread…