vineri, 20 ianuarie 2017

Cuculetu/ Little cuckoo bird



Little cuckoo bird

Green leaf and chickpea
Damn your nature, cuckoo bird
Summertime you come and go
But what do you eat in the wintertime?
I eat rotten beech
And drink water from the lake
And happily sing for the girls.
Sing, cuckoo bird and sing again,
I'm so blue hearted
'Cause my horse lost my saddle,
My saddle and my cloak
And Helen found them both
Alas, she won't return them!

Oh, brother
Sing a little more, cuckoo
Alas, summertime and springtime
All the mornings
When the sun rises
And the married women go out
And take their cows to the cattle
Down to the shallow river.
Sing to me, dear cuckoo
You sang to me last summer too
But I hadn't listen
'Cause I was crossed with my babe
And a little upset
But now we've made up
Sing, my dear cuckoo bird!

Oh, emerald green leaf
Who's a honest worker,
True hard working man
He doesn't sleep in his home bed
But on the fields
With the plough and cattle
Come, my husband, from the fields
'Cause I yearn for your love
You can burn with desire,
But I can't come till work is done
The ground ploughed and traced 
Then I can come and love you
'Cause I'm mad with desire!

Oh, brother, how the cuckoo sings and spins
Just like my darling when she's dressed up
And he spreads its feathers, like my darling her eyebrows
And spreads its tail, like my darling her dress
My heart hurts for my darling and will always do
Because of you,love, I've spent my youth
I'm hopeless!
Come and sing for me, cuckoo bird
'Cause we can't know about tomorrw
Maybe next summer the meadow will be empty
No men around

If there's no beloved
Who's to caress me?
If my baby is no more
She didn't leave me no message
Nor enough kisses
Cuckoo bird, where do you come from?
From your beloved
From the vineyards.


miercuri, 18 ianuarie 2017

Nuferii de India/ Indian water lillies

Poveste de Regina Fabiola a Belgiei.










 "The Indian water lillies" is a fairy tale written by queen Fabiola of Belgium. It is a tale of how two fairies were transformed into water lillies by a witch, who wanted to steal their beauty. Also, the story shows how the skies took pity on the fairies and gave them its blue color, hence the color of the Indian waterlilly.


marți, 17 ianuarie 2017

Leul si fecioara/ Leo and virgo

"Leul indragostit", fabula de Esop

Odata ca niciodata , un leu s-a indragostit de o frumoasa fata si , dupa cuviinta , a cerut-o de sotie de la parintii ei. Mama si tatal fetei nu stiau ce sa spuna. Nu le convenea sa isi dea fiica leului , dar nici nu doreau sa starneasca mania regelui animalelor. In cele din urma tatal a zis : " Suntem foarte onorati de propunerea maiestatii voastre , dar fiica nostra este o fiinta delicata si ne este teama ca , purtat de inflacararea dragostei voastre , ati putea sa o raniti. Mi-as putea permite sa ii sugerez maiestatii voastre sa isi scoata ghearele si coltii si , in acest caz , am putea sa ne razgandim asupra cererii voastre." Leul era atat de indragostit incat si-a smuls coltii din falci si ghearele din labe .Atunci , insa, cand s-a reintors la parintii fetei , acestia , vazandu-l fara puterea de a le mai face rau, i-au ras in nas si l-au batjocorit. 
Dragostea poate imblanzi pana si cea mai salbatica fiara.


"The lion in love", fable by Aesop
 
A LION once fell in love with a beautiful maiden and proposed marriage to her parents. The old people did not know what to say. They did not like to give their daughter to the Lion, yet they did not wish to enrage the King of Beasts. At last the father said: “We feel highly honoured by your Majesty’s proposal, but you see our daughter is a tender young thing, and we fear that in the vehemence of your affection you might possibly do her some injury. Might I venture to suggest that your Majesty should have your claws removed, and your teeth extracted, then we would gladly consider your proposal again.” The Lion was so much in love that he had his claws trimmed and his big teeth taken out. But when he came again to the parents of the young girl they simply laughed in his face, and bade him do his worst.
        “LOVE CAN TAME THE WILDEST.”

luni, 16 ianuarie 2017

Metallica, baby!

Dracu deconspirat, cu versuri misto si muzica de calitate!
/
Satan exposed, with cool lyrics and quality music!



Sunt viata ta, sunt cel care te conduce,
Sunt viata ta, sunt cel caruia ii pasa.
Ei sunt tradatori, eu sunt singurul tau prieten.
Ei te vor trada, eu sunt mereu langa tine.

Eu sunt visul tau, iti dau putere
Sunt ochii tai cand trebuie sa furi,
Sunt durerea ta cand nu mai simti,
Trist, dar adevarat!

Eu sunt visul tau, nebunia ta
Eu sunt ochii tai cand nu mai esti,
Eu sunt durerea ta cand platesti,
Trist, dar adevarat!

Tu esti masca mea, paravanul meu, adapostul meu,
Tu esti masca mea, cel tras la raspundere,
Fa-mi planul, fa-mi munca murdara, tap ispasitor
Fa ce te invat, ca tu vei fi cel rusinat

..............

Sunt ura ta cand vrei iubire
Plateste pretul, ca nimic nu-i drept

Sunt viata ta, sunt cel care te-a facut ce esti
Sunt viata ta, si nu imi mai pasa de tine
..............
Sunt adevarul tau, plin de minciuni
Sunt alibiul tau bine gandit
Sunt in tine, deschide ochii
Sunt tu!

Nu stiu de ce zice lumea ca Metallica sunt satanisti. Bine, poate s-a format o prejudecata in jurul rock-ului, dar ce slujitori si-ar da in gat stapanul? Versurile astea il arata clar pe dracu in adevarata lui culoare- cacaniu! Adica e un mincinos, un manipulator si un tradator. Imi plac! Doamne, mantuieste-i pe Metallica!
/
I don't know why people say Metallica is evil. Ok, there might be a thing abut rock music, but which servant would expose their master? These lyrics clearly show the devil as the son of a b**** he is! He's a liar and traitor. I like these guys! God bless Metallica!




Detalii din "Judecata de apoi"


joi, 12 ianuarie 2017

De dragoste si de suparare/ Of love and sorrow





Green leaf and marjoram
I’ve been torturing myself for a year, my love
And I’ve been torturing myself for a year, my love
to make absinthe sweeter.
And bitter, my love, bitter, my dear
My whole life is bitter.   

And I drink absinthe, I eat absinthe
At night I go to bed with absinthe.
And I drink absinthe, I eat absinthe
At night I go to bed with absinthe.
In the morning, when I get up,
I rinse my eyes with absinthe, hey
I wash myself to freshen me up
And, worse, it makes me even more bitter