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Oh Hatixhe

Oh Hatixhe, with a red headscarf,
Your mother will color your hair with red dye. (2X)
Red hair, enchanted by spirits,
Isn't it painful leaving your father and mother?
Your father, mother and two brothers,
I'll go to my husband as old age gets to me. (2X)
I'll go to my husband as old age gets to me,
The children grab my apron. (2X)
Oh the children grab my apron,
The workers ask for some food. (2X)
The workers ask for food,
Oh how I miss being a bride. (2X0
 

December

See how December snows ...
Look there by the window, my dear -
Tell them to bring in more embers,
Then we can hear the fire roar.
 
Push the armchair up the stove
And then we'll hear, by the chimney,
The storm, or my days - it's the same -
I must learn their symphony.
 
Tell them also to bring in the tea,
And come closer yourself too, please, -
Read me something about the poles,
Let it snow ... let the snow bury us.
 
How warm it is here in your home,
Which to me is totally sacred, -
See how December snows ...
Don't laugh ... go on reading alaud.
 
It's day and what darkness there is ...
We need a lamp fetched, would you ask -
Look, the snow is as high as the fence,
And the door-handle's caught by the frost.
 
I'm not going home now today ...
In front and behind there's a flood,
See how December snows ...
Don't laugh ... go on reading aloud.
 

Cold

I'm near a broken fence,
And the wind is beating with wet
Leaves. I'm uglier, wasted.
The cold sweats on the glass.
 
On the street that slopes downhill
It's an autumn like an old poem -
Women's skirts pushed by the wind, I can
No longer be a couple with one of them.
 
Autumn tears posters and flowers,
It's sadder still far off in ravines -
Light the fire several times a day;
Oh, it must be sadder still far off in ravines ...
Flakes of snow wandering ...
 

Alone

My room frightens me
With its paintwork of black strips -
Through the night, ragged autumn
Plays a thousand pipes.
 
- Room, full of mysteries,
There's madness in your calm;
Black shadows sleep in corners,
On the table a candle burns
 
- Room, full of echoes,
When I'm overwhelmed with tears,
The black paintings hang sadly -
In the mirror the candle flickers.
 
My room frightens me ...
Here no love of mine would live, -
Through the night, ragged autumn
Plays a thousand pipes.
 

Melancholy

What shouting, what groaning in autumn ...
And how wildly the forest hums -
A horn resounds in the hollows,
And a sadder lament begins.
 
- Listen carefully now, my darling,
Don't be alarmed and don't weep -
Listen and hear how the hard earth
Is calling to us, from deep.
 

Эта земля

Казнить нельзя помиловать*
 
Эта земля вписала своё имя
Огромными пламенными буквами в моём сердце.
Окруженная горами, окруженная океанами.
Что бы ни было, тебе нас не разделить!
 
Эта земля питалась кровопролитиями,
Во время наших сражений за свободу и права.
Все мученики погребены в ее окровавленных руках,
Новое поколение готово к бою.
 
Что бы ни было впереди, я еще здесь, дома
Я - один из своего народа, я никогда не один.
Встречая луну, встречая солнце,
Жизнь всегда заканчивается там, где и началась.
Встречая луну, встречая солнце,
Жизнь всегда заканчивается там, где и началась.
 
Эта земля дала мне жизнь,
Дала все, что нужно человеку.
Она носит на себе и терпит полчища волков,
Жадно хватающих все, что можно взять.
 
Эта земля - та часть моей души,
Что кровоточит от ран, которые никто не может излечить.
Всегда прощающая, всегда восстающая -
Так она живет на протяжении веков.
 
Что бы ни было впереди, я еще здесь, дома
Я - один из своего народа, я никогда не один.
Встречая луну, встречая солнце,
Жизнь всегда заканчивается там, где и началась.
Встречая луну, встречая солнце,
Жизнь всегда заканчивается там, где и началась.
 

Thaw

Autumn and winter
Descend at once;
It rains and snows -
Snows, and rains.
 
Filthy and empty
Down comes the dark;
School-children pass
Yellow and sick.
 
And the walls are damp,
And a chill takes me over -
To those in graves
A thought bring me closer ...
 
Autumn and winter
Descend at once;
It rains and snows -
Snows, and rains.
 

Come Come Come

Unstable, stable, labile
Intense, febrile, Ritalin
 
Come, come, come - but not because you're you now
 
Hate-motive, a time in exile
Hate-motive, a missile towards your life
Take my life, my time, please write
Take my knife, fall asleep, take my life
 
Come, come, come - but not because you're you now
Come, come, come
 
Pastime, fictitious, morbid
Pastime, timid, a life
Unstable, stable, labile
Intense, febrile, Ritalin
 
Come, come, come - but not because you're you now
Come, come, come
Come, come, come - but not because you're you now
Come, come, come
 

Monosyllables of Autumn

Autumn strikes my window with metal leaves,
wind.
Unbearable silence, a thought, an animal:
tired.
 
In my room the silent floor snaps:
crack!
Shadows jump all over the empty, silent
place.
 
I try to write.  In vain.
Scratch.
The lamp shudders.  My years and yours
pass.
 
Should I lie on the bed?  Close my eyes?
Chance.
Hope will slowly fall into emptiness
all.
 
Will times ever be normal?
Bis.
Autumn strikes the window with metal leaves.
Dream.
 
 

Tomashuv (Томашув)

Versions: #1#2
А может, вырваться в Томашув
Хотя бы на день, мой любимый?
Там тень сентябрьская пляшет
За сумерками золотыми…
 
В том белом доме, в тех покоях,
Там, где давно чужая мебель,
Должны закончить мы с тобою
Наш разговор. Что был. И не был…
 
За круглым тем столом доныне
Сидим недвижно, как в заклятьи!
Кто снимет чары с нас, кто вырвет
Нас из беспамятства объятий?!
 
Ещё из глаз слеза струится
К губам дорожкою солёной…
Молчанье стылой мукой длится…
И виноград ты ешь зелёный.
 
Ещё покорно за стеною:
«Du holde Kunst…» поёт разлука.
И сердце – лопнувшей струною!
И надо ехать! Дай же руку!
 
Там осень сумерки глотает.
Как сон – беззвучны разговоры…
«Благословляю! Проклинаю!»
«Du holde Kunst!»1 Вот так? Без слова?
 
В том белом доме, в белой зале
Скользят в растерянности тени…
Чужую мебель вносят, ставят,
Выходят прочь в недоуменьи…
 
Там – всё осталось! Осень пляшет
За сумерками золотыми…
А может вырваться в Томашув,
Хотя бы на день, мой любимый?
 
  • 1. „Du holde Kunst, in wieviel grauen Stunden”
    Franz Schubert - «О, Великое искусство, сколько раз в часы печали»
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Something You Got

I don't care about your expensive watch
I don't care if you have a lot of cash
I don't care if you're two meters tall
Even if your body is fire
 
I don't care about the gold piercing in your nose
I don't care if you're a good surfer
I don't care if you have a sleeve tattoo
And a hipster beard
 
I don't care about how how fast you run
Or if your car makes you fly
I don't care about the beach house you own
And if you swim with a flamingo
 
Because you got, because you got it
What I want
What has made me want you like crazy (x4)
 
That something
the something
the something
the something...
 
I don't care if you you wander around at night
I don't care if you take me to God
I don't care what cologne you smell of
OK well unless it's AXE
 
I don't care if you box or do capoeira
I don't care if you can break dance
I don't care if you're friends with Foureira
And if you have more fans than her
 
Because you got, because you got it
What I want
What has made me want you like crazy
 
That something
the something
the something...
 
Because you got, because you got it
What I want
What has made me want you like crazy
 
That something
the something
the something...
 

The Mount

Fleur-de-Lys:
Seeing you on your mount
You have stature,
Model of beauty
And force of nature,
Or are you no more than an impostor,
A lecherous creature
Who loves adventure?
Is there anything below your armor?
My soul is still pure
Forget your misadventures
I will cure your burns
I will love you if you swear to me
I will love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
My young dreams
Woven in ingenuity
They'll break once
I have no more vanity
I hate my chastity
I'll lose it for you
If you swear, you perjure,
Your words are injuries
Don't open any more conjectures
That end my torture
My heart is all darkness
Come inside me, trash
Show me what injury is
I'll love you if you swear to me
I'll love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
I'll love you if you swear to me
I'll love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
That the gypsy will die
 

You Are the Love of My Life

It's been a long time since I lost you
You loved your freedom at all cost
But I am still a prisoner of your tenderness*
My feelings for you are kept on ice day and night
 
You are the love of my life
For you are everything I own
My heart will always stay with you
Whatever might befall
 
I can't forget you, please return to me
There;'s still so much longing in me for you
Lead me into the light of love; clouds sail by
Let it be as it used to be as once it was with you and me
 
You are the love of my life
For you are everything I own
My heart will always stay with you
Whatever might befall
 
You are the love of my life
For you are everything I own
My heart will always stay with you
Whatever might befall
Whatever might befall
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
* Perhaps 'better' still : 'I'm still captured by your tenderness.'
 
Please alert me when spelling, print or other inconsistencies are spotted. When spotting them myself I tend to lapse into a *#@%* mood!

The Festival of Fools

This is the festival of fools
This is the festival of fools
 
Let me preside over
The festival of fools
We shall laugh
With ugly and stupid people
This is the festival of fools
Choose the strangest one
Of all that pass
There will be an exhibition
In the middle of the plaza
Of all the masses
Who will be able to make
The most atrocious face
That person will be crowned
King of fools
King of fools
That person will be crowned
That person will be crowned
King of fools
 
The
Festival
Of
Fools
 
This is the festival of fools
The festival of the king
The king of fools
This is the festival of fools
But who is that
Who hides in the back
It will be the monster
Who we will elect
King of fools
King of fools
We will elect him
We will elect him
King of fools
Yes, it's the bell-ringer
A poor hunchback
His name is Quasimodo
He has won the prize
What pain this gives to Esmeralda
He is cross-eyed as well
Aside from that, crippled and blind in one eye
They will crown him
King of fools
King of fools
We will crown him
We will crown him
Quasimodo
We will crown him
We will crown him
King of fools
We will crown him
We will crown him
Quasimodo
King of fools
 

Войди в мою кровь

Я летал страстно прежде чем видеть тебя,
Верь, с моей судьбы была написана
Твои волосы рассеиваются в мельницах моего ума,
Даже если не дует ни одного ветра
 
Я не могу отказаться от тебя, как я искал тебя с большим трудом
Если мои мечты не придут снова
 
Войди в мою кровь
Ты сказал что холостой сам себе хозяин
Мне надоело,я живу с тобой
Войди в мою кровь
 
Сейчас реши
Приходи, не жди
Очень жаль, если ты откажешься от этой любви
Сколько я искал, наконец нашел
Я забыл дни, которые я провел в одиночестве
 

The Era of Cathedrals

It's a story that happened
In Paris, in the year of the lord
1482
It's of desire and love
Any anonymous artist
Of sculpture or of rhyme
Will try to transcribe it
Into immortality
 
The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into another millennium
Man saw the worlds of stars,
Wrote their history
In stone or in glass
 
Stone by stone, from sun to sun
Century after century, with love
He saw his cathedral built
With tears and sweat
The poet and the troubadour
Will sing of nothing but love
They promised to humanity
A better future
 
The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into another millennium
Man saw the worlds of stars,
Wrote their history
In stone or in glass
 
The time of cathedrals has gone
The most hostile barbarians
Will invade us
Let them occupy towns and cities
It has been prophecized
That this world will end
In the year 2000
 

The Witch

Frollo:
Careful,
She's a stranger
She's a gypsy, she's a witch
A dog
A wild cat
That drags your feet
Along the hard pavement
A deadly sin, if you see her
I could imprison her
To avoid greater evil
To the blessed souls of those faithful to Notre Dame
The two of us
We'll follow her along the streets
And we'll detain her
Then we'll imprison her in the tower
And we'll teach her
The religion of Jesus Christ
And the Virgin Mary
 
Quasimodo:
You can ask me for
Good and bad
And I will do it for you
What you'll ask for
You know that
What you'll ask for
I'll do it for you
I'll do it for you
 

For The First Time

W Oncet Ljotja
 
Anna: Today's coronation day!
It's coronation day!
 
Look there, the window is open!
Since when do they do this?
I didn't know that we had a thousand plates
For years they were empty
These halls standing here
Finally they're now opening the gates
 
There will be people
It will be strange
But wow am I so ready for this!
 
Because for the first time in years
there will be music
For the first time in years
I'll be dancing for hours
 
I don't know if it's just my stomach
But I think that I'll be fine
Because for the first time in years
I won't be alone
 
Will everyone really be there?
And if I...
meet him?
 
Tonight I'll have a very beautiful dress
Beautifully dressed by the wall
And I'm looking good, so right!
Ooh! Suddenly I see him there
Handsome and tall is he
Now I need chocolate
 
We'll then have fun
Is it strange or what?
Finally, what my entire life never had
 
For the first time in years
there will be magic here
For the first time in years
I'll finally make someone laugh
 
But I know that it's completely crazy
that I dream of romance
But for the first time in years
I'll have a chance at least
 
Elsa: Do not let them see
Be the good girl which you must be
Please don't feel, they mustn't know
It takes one mistake and everyone will know
 
But it'll only be today
Anna: It'll only be for one day
Elsa: But I'll have to deal with it
Anna: I'll deal with it
Elsa: Tell the guards to open the gate
Anna: It's opening
 
For the first time in years
Elsa: Do not let them see
Anna: the dreams are really coming true
Elsa: Be the good girl
which you must be
Anna: A chance to escape my world
Elsa: I won't feel
Anna: Could I find love?
Elsa: Please don't feel, they mustn't know
 
Anna: And tomorrow it will end
I only have this day
Because for the first time in years
and after an entire eternity
nothing's standing in front of me!
 

Frollo's Intervention

Frollo:
Sir Phoebus of Chateaupers
Captain of the king's archers
I order you to expel
Any illegal
At all cost you must prevent
This undocumented company from
Disturbing the life
Of the good people of Paris
 
Phoebus:
By your orders, sir archdeacon
It would be a great honor for me
To clean the city streets
Of all this dirtiness
 
Who are you beautiful stranger?
Are you a daughter of earth
Beautiful bird of paradise
What are you doing here?
 

despacito romanian-english

What's the reason for everything that happened?
You destroyed love, you left
Thousands of beautiful memories have you shattered
You took my heart and you left.
 
Hey, how are you alien?
Hi, good, you?
That's what the heart says, no, no
She does not understand what's going on with her, no
 
You say, it was good when I gave you the soul
I put it on the tray and listen to it
Cries to never leave the mine.
 
My heart begs me, I'm crying to get you too
Without you it's not good
She does not know anything about you
Hugs, kisses, dreams, memories
You took everything with you
You stole everything from me
You did not take me with you
 
I remember what I was doing every day
I was seeing your bride, you know,
You promised me a ring at the altar and the children
Now I have a nostalgic soul
 
Hey, how are you alien?
Hi, good, you?
That's what the heart says, no, no
 
She does not understand what's going on with her, no
 
You say, it was good when I gave you the soul
I put it on the tray and listen to it
Cries to never leave the mine.
 
At night I do not sleep and I always think, always at you
How you doing, are you okay?
If you miss me?
 
And they make films and scenarios
The main character is in you
Your love does not belong to me
You just played with me
 
You hit her, you hit her
Your heart crushed it
You destroyed it, lit it and you quenched it
You broke it in pieces and yelled at you to come
It no longer meets the need now
 
At night I do not sleep and I always think, always at you
How you doing, are you okay?
If you miss me?
Hugs, kisses, dreams, memories
You took everything with you
You stole everything from me
You did not take me with you
 

Capture Attempt

Phoebus:
We must take
The hunchback of Paris
Look well,
He is pursuing a woman
I am the captain
I look out for the safety
Of all citizens
Of female citizens, too
I can accompany you
To the extremities of the city
Where the gypsy men live
Where the gypsy women live
 
Esmeralda:
Leave me in peace
Don't deceive yourself
I'll never be
A soldier's lover
 
Phoebus:
When it gets dark,
Tomorrow at nightfall
We could see each other
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Esmeralda:
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Gringoire:
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Frollo:
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 

Frollo Tortures Esmeralda

Frollo:
Torture her!
Insist with this question
Whip her!
She has to change her opinion
Hang her feet in the lathe
And tighten
Tighten!
Confess already!
 
Esmeralda:
I love him,
I confess it
 
Frollo:
Free her hands and feet
 
Esmeralda:
Murderers, murderers!
 
Frollo:
Gypsy, you have confessed to using witchcraft, pursuit and prostitution
With captain of the royal guard Phoebus of Chateaupers
You will be dressed in an underskirt, barefoot, with the
Rope to your neck, to the Greve plaza where you will be
Hung
 

Fatality

Gringoire:
Fatality
Destiny's owner
Fatality
If you cross my path
Fatality
Whether you're a queen or prostitute
Fatality
Whether you're a plebeian1 or tyrant
Fatality
Life is in your hand
 
All:
Fatality
Fatality
Fatality
 
  • 1. Historical term for the masses or general populace

Esmeralda, You'll See

Clopin:
Esmeralda, you'll see
You're already a woman
And I won't be able to see you
As a girl any more
Your mother left,
You weren't even six,
Death called her
To the Andalusian sun
 
Esmeralda:
I trust you
And I am grateful
That you took good care of me
At least until today
 
Clopin:
Esmeralda, you'll see
Men are wicked
Be careful when you run
All around the city
You must understand
That nothing is as it was
I already know you have arrived
To the age of love
 
Esmeralda:
To the age of love
 

Exodus

On this border
It was written just like that:
The last one leaving turns off the light and then
That no one could see
Where it is
This poor country
In ruins
An old man stayed there
With his almost dried pain because
Too many tears have already been wept
They make the void inside you
Being from here I can't go away, he said
My feet are too tired and then
This land is my land, look there
I planted this cherry tree myself
And in a few months it'll flourish
Like a sign of hope will flourish again
And seeing this long track
Squeezes my heart more than ever
Seeing that
They'll go away
All of the friends
All of the voices
They'll go
The birds, too
In the morning
They'll go away
Away from here
Away from this misfortune
This winter at the doors
Which other coldness will it blow
 
They'll go away
All the things
The young brides
They'll go away
How far - who knows it
How long it'll take
Before they stop for a while ...
 
On this border
It was written basically like that:
The last one leaving turns off the light and then
That you'll never come back
As long as it won't come -
The good times of common sense
For humanity
 
On this border ...
 

The King of Fools

My kids
Don't mock any more
If you see this poor devil
Passing by here
Now I am the king of fools
Today we celebrate the great festival of kings
And for a day I will impose my own laws
Will you love me,
My Esmeralda?
Will you love me?
Is it the same to you,
My Esmeralda
Is it the same to you
That I am
The king of fools
The king of fools
The king of fools
I am the king
 

Castles in the Air

Today I pretended
The world was mine
I wanted to paint it joy
Like me
To show to everyone
What I was feeling
How the simple things
Make us smile
 
No one sees
The birth of the day
The dawn
No one sees
The happening of the life
 
No one makes castles
In the air
And there's no one who wants
To dream
Now, nobody stops
To see and not just look
There's no one
Who enjoys the moonlight
 
Today I pretended
That I had the world in my hands
I wished it weren't a desert
of loneliness
Everybody runs
And they don't know
And they live,
But don't live for real
 
No one sees
The birth of the day
The dawn
No one sees
The happening of the life
 
No one makes castles
In the air
And there's no one who wants
To dream
Now, nobody stops
To see and not just look
There's no one
Who enjoys the moonlight
 
Now, out there
The world there's no colors
Now there is no more
Song of love
 
No one sees
The birth of the day
The dawn
No one sees
The happening of the life
 
No one makes castles
In the air
And there's no one who wants
To dream
Now, nobody stops
To see and not just look
There's no one
Who enjoys the moonlight
 

The Found Child

You, who picked up,
Cared for and adopted
This found child
That was abandoned
Who was ashamed for
Having betrayed the world
A monster,
You who saw me grow up
You who saw me suffer
You who protected me
Against the entire world
You gave me the honor
Of being the
Bell-ringer of God
You taught me to read,
To speak, and to write
But I do not know how to read
Nor see your thoughts
With all my soul
I love you
Like ever a dog
Loved his owner
 

The Judge

Frollo:
You see, Esmeralda, you are accused
Of wounding a captain
 
Esmeralda:
If he's wounded, that means he's not dead
Couldn't I see him, even if it's for a moment?
 
Frollo:
You had seduced and bewitched him
You stabbed him with the knife
 
Esmeralda:
I swear to you, I didn't do it
 
Frollo:
But if you were there alone with him...
 
Esmeralda:
It was a traitor priest that follows me
At night he follows me in shadow
 
Frollo:
It's nothing more than a hallucination
It may be the fruit of your imagination
 
Esmeralda:
He looks like you, sir
 
Frollo:
Look at the fire in your face
You're a stranger and a pagan
She's a witch and a gypsy
Then, do you confess to the crime
That you have been accused of?
 
Esmeralda:
I am nothing more than a victim
I have nothing to confess
 

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