Najljepše pjesme na stranim jezicima

[Mayflower]

Otvaram ovu temu jer mislim da bi na "najljepšim ljubavnim" i "najljepšim neljubavnim" pjesmama naglasak trebao biti na pjesmama na hrvatskom ili prijevodima - bilo je potpuno shvatljivog negodovanja prema pjesmama na stranim jezicima bez prijevoda.

Ja ću početi:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

[Nighthawk]

Mea clupa, 'twas my fault... well, not just mine.


Byron - She walks in beauty like the night

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more one ray the less
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft so calm yet eloquent
The smiles that win the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all below
A heart whose love is innocent.

[Improper]

Evo transkripcija, ali nije u hrvatskom pravopisu, vec u standartnom ruskom, koji se koristi na Internetu.

Mashina Vremeni
"Ja Pju Do Dna"
Ty pomnish, kak vse nachinalos`;
Vse bylo vpervyje i vnov`.
Kak stroili lodki, i lodki zvalis'
Vera, nadezhda, ljubov`....
Kak druzhno rubili kanaty,
I vdal` uhodila zemlja.
Kak volny nam peli,
I kazhdyj pjatyj
Kak pravilo, byl u rulja...

--pripev--
Ja pju do dna
Za teh, kto v more;
Za teh, kogo ljubit volna;
Za teh, komu povezet.
I jesli cel` odna,
I v radosti, i v gore
To tot, kto ne strusil,
I vesel ne brosil,
Tot zemlju svoju najdet.
--

Naprasno nas buri pugali;
Vam skazhet ljuboj morjak
Chto buri bojatsja vam stoit jedva li
V suschnosti, burja -- pustjak;
V bure lish krepche ruki,
I parus pomozhet-taki...
Gorazdo trudnej ne svihnutsja so skuki,
I vyderzhat` polnyj shtil...

[Katatonični Dabar]

sad bi ja tu mogao citirat Cavea do sutra al mi se ne da i idem spavat

[adriatic]

. . . LJUBEZEN

Ljubezen je bolezen za katero največkrat zboliju zdravi
Ljubezen je epidemija za dva
Ljubezen je slepa pega s občasnih prividi
Ljubezen je kratek stik med dušo in razumom
Ljubezen je prisilni jopič za srce
Ljubezen je najkrajša večnost
Ljubezen je komedija ob Romeu in Juliji
Ljubezen prilevi razumne ljudi v nebogljene bebce
Ljubezen je nakaj najbolj čudovitega kat ti se nikoli ne zgodi

[Mayflower]

В твою светлицу, друг мой нежный,
Я прихожу в последний раз.
Любви счастливой, безмятежной
Делю с тобой последний час.
Вперед одна в надежде томной
Не жди меня средь ночи темной,
До первых утренних лучей
Не жги свечей.

А.С. Пушкин

[Mayflower]

Brown Penny

I whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

W.B. Yeats

[Nighthawk]

Byron - When we two parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years
Pale grew thy cheek and cold
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met:
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

[Mayflower]

Jenny kissed me

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief!, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad;
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I'm growing old, but add -
Jenny kissed me!

Leigh Hunt

[Improper]

Don't talk to me of shattered dreams;
Of course, you don't know what it means
To live for someone else -- you just can't take.
And when you're bitten by the truth,
You blame it on your misspent youth.
..You never seem to learn by your mistakes.

reprise:
So, don't talk to me of wild, wild angels...
Wild, wild angels on the skyways;
Those wild, wild angels
On the highways of your life...
'Cause it's people like you
Who never knew
What wild, wild angels have to face.
/reprise

I ain't hangin' round to see
You turn on someone else like me...
I'm still alive
And you know the way I live...
But, baby, that's one way you'll never be...
Such simple things you fail to see...
You take back everything you've ever given.

Smokie

[Nighthawk]

Poe - A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[Mayflower]

To a young girl

My dear, my dear, I know
More than another
What makes your heart beat so;
Not even your own mother
Can know it as I know,
Who broke my heart for her
When the wild thought,
That she denies
And has forgot,
Set all her blood astir
And glittered in her eyes.

W. B. Yeats

[Improper]

Tako li cu uvijek izgledati glup i neobrazovan sa tima pjevima? (izvinite ako je rijec "pjev" nepravilna)

[Mayflower]

Improper kaže:
Tako li cu uvijek izgledati glup i neobrazovan sa tima pjevima? (izvinite ako je rijec "pjev" nepravilna)

Hoćeš reći, s pjesmama koje se pjevaju?
(koliko mi je poznato, bolja riječ ne postoji).

Nema problema.

[Improper]

Problema nema, ali kako izgledam?

[Mayflower]

Improper kaže:
Problema nema, ali kako izgledam?

Sasvim u redu, nastavi tako.
I nemojmo zachatavat temu.

[Mayflower]

The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life watercolor
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore.
You can hear the ocean roar
In The Dangling Conversation
And the superficial sighs,

The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And The Dangling Conversation,
And the superficial sighs

Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said:
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand.
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in The Dangling Conversation
And the superficial sighs

In the borders of our lives.

Paul Simon

[Mort]

René González - Despues de caida

Prov. 24:16a
“Si siete veces caye justo, Jehova lo levantara.”

Despues de una caída, ¿Quién sana?
Las profundas heridas, que quedan,
Será el que te condena, o aquél que viene a ayudar.
Despues de la caída, ¿Quién queda?
Si los que compartieron tus ideas,
O los que mil maneras, te quieren acusar.
Despues de la caída, Te das cuenta,
Que son pocos los que muestran,
Lo que un día recibieron, la virtud de perdonar.

Despues de la caída solo queda alguien,
Que no solo disfruta de tu bienestar.
Que no solo aparece cuando todo es fiesta,
Que va contigo al paso que puedas andar.
Que aún cuando los tuyos te han abandonado,
Y apuntan con el dedo para señalar,
Jesús sin comentarios no arrojó la piedra,
Dejándo la en el suelo te dió libertad.

Quién somos para estar condenando,
Si nuestra condición nos delata,
Que somos inperfectos, propensos a fallar.
Porque tomar el juicio en nuestras manos,
Actuando bajo nuestra conveniencia,
Nos ciega la apariencia, y juzgamos sin piedad.
Mirando hacia la cruz vemos el cuadro,
Del que fue crucificado, entregando asi su vida,
Para el hombre perdonar.

Despues de la caída solo queda alguien.
Que no solo disfruta de tu bienestar.
Que no solo aparece cuando todo es fiesta.
Que va contigo al paso que puedas andar.
Que aún cuando los tuyos te han abandonado.
Y apuntan con el dedo para señalar,
Jesús sin comentarios no arrojó la piedra.
Dejándo la en el suelo te dió libertad.
Dejándo la en el suelo te dió libertad.

[Undomiel]

Herbsttag


Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren lass die Winden los.
Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
gieb ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte Süsse in den schweren Wein.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.


Reiner Maria Rilke

[Žuribus Šumasti]

Nighthawk kaže:
Poe - A Dream within a Dream

odlična pjesma...da nije već, to bio bi moj izbor za c/p-ejtat