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La Oreja de Van Gogh - Un minuto más dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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One more minute

Versions: #2
A man cries without blinking, sitting at the doorway
He looks at the sky as the sun rises on time
And an angel that saw him gave him one more minute
 
A man cries who will spend the night on high tides
Combing stars to accept that nothing will be the same
And an angel that saw him gave him one more minute...
(Gave them one more minute)
 
Mmmm... he stopped shivering
mmmm... and he started to whisper
 
Goodbye my sun
Goodbye my girl
Goodbye my sun
Goodbye, goodbye
 
A man cries without tears from remembering so much
The 15 roses that will decorate his afternoon at the shire,
 
And an angel that saw him gave him one more minute...
(Gave them one more minute)
 
Mmmm... he stopped shivering
mmmm... and he started to whisper
 
Goodbye my sun
Goodbye my girl
Goodbye my sun
Goodbye, goodbye
 
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(Equirhythmic, Poetic)

Our Past Loves go to Paradise

Versions: #3
A burden of dullness life would be without lust.
Monster of my dessert, wild beast of my city;
do not fear me.
 
The eccentric expressions on these walls are reminiscent of your first love.
Most of them empty reminders wherever you may be.
In the dark alleys dangerous shadows lurk.
 
At the electrified red-light districts brothels & bars; women stand half hiding in oblivion.
Dammed at the avenue of Hells Bazzar are the corrupt police officers, & the hardened outlaw bikers.
Their identities ruled powerless by deaths call.
At the dawn of morality who will each quiver too;
The Angel or The Demon?
At the edge of their fingertips, off a debaucherous Saturday night.
 
Of past loves do not speak a word,
for at life’s biggest needs they have pushed back.
Souls that could not bare together and drifted far appart,
love forever hidden in caves of a lost paradise.
 
All that is worthy hurts, and is difficult.
So as for you not to suffer,
leave far from me, hide from me.
 
Now i don’t know if you are leaving me for my imperfections,
or if what I desire is to much for you.
 
Of past loves do not speak a word,
for at life’s biggest needs they have pushed back.
Souls that could not bare together and drifted far appart,
love forever hidden in caves of a lost paradise.
 
All that is worthy hurts, and is difficult.
 

Froach Warrior

Versions: #3
There is mist o’er the swamp
Howls of wolves wiping out footprints
I might think I were stoned
Though I drank but ice water of springs
From a pitcher that you held out to me
Seeing off for the roadway
From which I know I’ll never come back
Wait or not, I will never come back
 
No one can link the ring of shaggy hills
And narrow is the way on blades of rain
And never seek – you’ll never find the prints
Which Froach 1 Warrior 2 has left on his farewell
 
Like a wounded wild beast
I will softly walk on a tight string 3
I’m not worthy, believe,
Of you shedding your tears for me
Of you tracking the prints
Of my blood in the dark –on red bilberries in moss
Up the gate beyond which there’s cold and gloom
You don’t know, there’s cold and gloom 4
 
No one can link the ring of shaggy hills 5
And narrow is the way on blades of rain
And never seek – you’ll never find the prints
Which Heather Warrior has left on his farewell
 
And one day you’ll breathe in
Poignant incense of October full moon
And the knife your heart keeps
Will thrust pain up from depths of the wound 6
Do you really expect this malice to turn real,
This vile ghost of the dark steel
Just again to give me some water to drink
This mind-blowing clean crystal cold drink?
 
No one can link the ring of shaggy hills
And narrow is the way on blades of rain
And never seek – you’ll never find the prints
Which Heather Warrior has left on his farewell
And never seek in frosty gloom the prints
Which Froach Warrior has left on his farewell
 
  • 1. Gaelic for “heather” In Scottish Gaelic is read like “fewer” with the sound “r” it’s like “frewer” and “h” (like in “hat”) at the end. So it gives us “Freweh”
  • 2. Fraoch was a hero of Celtic mythology who was famous for his great deeds.
  • 3. Once when Froach was mortally wounded one hundred and fifty maidens all clad in green treated him to life water from local springs and brought him back to life
  • 4. On his bride's parents' request Fraoch stole a fruit that restored youth and cured hunger. It grew on a rowan tree guarded by a dragon. But the parents who disapproved of him coerced him to get the tree itself. The dragon pursued him. In the ensuing battle, both Fraoch and the dragon died. A cairn was raised on the spot where Fraoch fell. This mound is the chief attraction on Fraoch Eilean, or Heather Island, a small island at the northern end of Loch Awe, a freshwater lake in Scotland
  • 5. One of Fraoch's deeds was to procure a precious gold ring from the belly of a monstrous salmon
  • 6. Fraoch Eilean has another landmark - the ruins of a medieval castle called 'The Castle of the Red-Haired Maiden'. The legend has it that a beautiful redhead was stabbed by her father, the castle owner, and thrown down into Loch Awe for saving her lover who her father was going to kill

Thank you very much!

Thank you very much for allowing me to be intimate
Wth you, thank you very much,
I remember it very often
Because I still carry with me
The sweetness of your skin.
 
I thank you for those moments
Of madness and pleasure
Thank you very much
I left feeling very pleased
I have never met a woman
Like you
 
(x2)
If it were possible to live with you
I would take advantage of all the time to love you
You are not for one moment
You are to be enjoyed
 
Thank you very much, I am very thankful
To you, Thank you very much,
For allowing me
to mix you scent with mine.
 
Thank you very much again
For uniting your body to mine
for your way of loving
Thank you very much!
 
For having known you
For having chosen me
And for being so beautiful.
 
(x2)
If it were possible to live with you
I would take advantage of all the time to love you
You are not for one moment
You are to be enjoyed
 
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(poetic)

The Ocean

And the ocean remains where it is—
the ocean never ends—
a country of water—
a continent for a ship.
 
You, the ant—
you, the tiny human—
you, the earthling—
you are nothing, but you live.
 
You fight with yourself on every side.
You cannot stop hurting yourself.
And your house and your ideas,
and your songs, everything is rushed.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
takes its time—
never ends—
a dream of water—
a continent of repose.
 
In the hubbub—
jackhammers—
cries of alarm—
where your heart suffocates.
 
In the thick cloud—
hysterical automobiles—
scrambling about—
peripheral highways.
 
You are killing yourself—
and every year
you get used
to making fun of it all.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
defends itself—does not give in—
the ocean continent—
for a giant.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
the ocean never ends—
a country of water—
a continent for a boat.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
takes its time—
never ends.