A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The Mountain Girl from la Vera

There in ,
A league and a half from ,
A mountain girl walks around,
She's tall, blonde and dark-skinned.
 
With a little shotgun on her shoulder,
While she's guarding his cave,
He saw a handsome fellow coming,
He's tall and blond like her.
 
Holding his hand,
She takes him to her cave.
–What are so many crosses for
As well as so many earth mounds?
 
–I killed nine men
Inside my cave,
It could be the same for you
If your love doesn't take me into account.
 
While she was asleep,
The fellow took off like a shot
And in the nearest town,
He reported her.
 
Four justice officials
They came to identify her,
The fellow was ahead
Leading the way, blazing a trail.
 
He saw her up in a pine tree,
Combing her long hair,
He pulled the blunderbuss on her
Then he put a bullet in her.
 
From the waist up,
She had a human body,
From the waist down,
She had mare constitution.
 

The Testament of Amelia

Narrator:
Amelia is sick
The daughter of the good king
Counts come to see her
Counts and noble people
 
Amelia:
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
 
Stepmother:
Daughter, o my daughter
What is that you are suffering from?
 
Amelia:
You know very well, mother
What I'm suffering from.
 
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
 
Stepmother:
Daughter, o my daughter
You should confess
After you've confessed
You'll make your will
 
Amelia:
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
 
I leave a castle to the poor
So they may pray to God (for me)
Four castle to my brother Carlos
Two to the Holy Mother
 
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
 
And to you, o mother
I leave my husband
You may take him in your bedroom
As you've been doing for a long time
 
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
 

Mermaid's Singing

Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know that I wake up with your love
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know your heat wakes me up
 
When you look at me slowly
You make the time stops
Only closing the eyes
I can feel the song
 
I enjoy each second
And don't change them for years
Because you are my joy
Sown inside my heart
 
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know that I wake up with your love
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know your heat wakes me up
 
If walking down the streets
There are no trees that give shadow
If my smile lights up
The night, more than a lantern
 
And I know that once you walk away
I will be able feeling happy
Knowing that you loved me
The same way as I love you
 
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know that I wake up with your love
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know your heat wakes me up
 
If walking down the streets
There are no trees that give shadow
If my smile lights up
The night, more than a lantern
And I know that once you walk away
I will be able feeling happy
Knowing that you loved me
The same way as I love you
 
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know that I wake up with your love
Mermaid's singing when I go to sleep
If I know your heat wakes me up
If I know your heat wakes me up
If I know your heat wakes me up.
 

Etiquette Lessons

Versions: #2
Cultivate good manners
for your bad examples
If you don't want your peers
to point their fingers at you.
 
Dress your base instincts up
in sheep's clothing.
The cowl does not make the monk,
but it sure looks like it does.
 
In public, present yourself friendly,
attentive, considerate,
courteous, thoughtful, polite,
solicitous, accommodating.
 
And when you fuck up, do make sure
to adorn the blunder*
So that, admiringly, the world says
How prettily he fucks up!*
 
Have a smile on your face,
as you swing the whip.
Break the bad news to people,
but wrapped like a present.
 
Tell the world with a bouquet,
that you came to raze it down.
Sign death sentences,
but with spiffy handwriting.
 
Put God as your witness,
and lie creditably.
Make people fall in line,
but without raising your voice.
 
Because at first sight one cannot see
the rottenness of your guts.
Looks can be deceiving
to your own benefit.
 
Listen to me and start taking
lessons of etiquette.
 
Cultivate good manners
wherein you can hide your sins.
Embellish your work clothes with silk
and test the results.
 
Although you might be
- the scum of humanity-
A complete perfect bastard,
but with regal demeanor.
 
Insult with civility,
steal with sophistication,
murder cleanly
and swindle with class.
 
Slander, but without lacking decency,
betray with pizazz,
spray perfume on your foulness
with exquisite etiquette.
 

Mountain of Good Hope

Mountain of Good Hope, hope that settles
In the Heart of Brazil a handful of land
In the heart of who goes, in the heat of who goes
Mountain of Good Hope my last love
I depart leaving longings, longings leaving
Withered fallen on the mountain there close to God
Oh my mountain now's the time of farewell I'm going away
I'm leaving the light of the glance in your moonshine
Good-bye
 
(Instrumental)
 
In my song I carry the memory of the mountain
I know Jesus doesn't punish[,] the poet he was
We poets once were, because we rhyme well
Our eyes in the eyes of someone who's not coming
Mountain of Good Hope, do not be afraid
I will keep your image by the grace of God
Oh my mountain now's the time of farewell I'm going away
I'm leaving the light of the glance in your moonshine
Good-bye
 

Damned Serrat

How you made me laugh
and cry and feel that the party begins,
how you made me happy
far from my country that crushes and stinks.
 
How you achieved to enlighten in your voice
the poet of yesterday, of your broken Spain
and tell me how the very woman
I love went behind your words.
 
Damned Serrat... Damned thief...
You copied the idea I had
right before I wrote it,
damned Serrat... But who could say:
 
Oh, my love, without you I don't understand awakening
Oh, my love, without you my bed is wide.
Oh, my love that keeps me awake honestly.
Between you and me, there's loneliness and a handful of frost.
 
How you made me suffer
for Irene and Manuel and the farewell of Lucia.
How you achieved to lie to me so well,
that I can even believe that today it can be a great day
 
How you achieved so much precision
describing my white and dusty town
if the sacristan haven't seen you there,
nor the priest, nor the officer, nor the dust nor the wind.
 
Damned Serrat... damned song...
Beating at the doors of my heart
that will always be waiting fully open,
beating at your rhythm, like when you sung:
 
Ay... Ay utopia... Sweet as our everyday bread.
 
How you achieved to talk so much about me
and the crazies who love your subject here
All I ever do is thinking of you
when I want to write and the poem isn't born
 
How you achieved to defeat the times,
with my father before, with my daughters now
who thank you for making us see
that from time to time life makes you fall in love.
 
Blessed Serrat... Big brother
of anyone who wants to make a true song
about this time that pushes and destroys
or the little things that happen to us.
 
Blessed trobadour, don't turn off your voice,
what do we do, in this corner
without hearing in your verse the friend embracing,
who can go on and what will be of me if you're far from home.
 

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