Efthimis - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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For my generation

This one goes to my generation, to those near forty, to those I think I've known forever, those we used to spend nights awake in squares together decades ago. Children from a thousand corners and neighbourhoods are my generation, who have played in the dirt and have bled in the empty lots, which still existed.
We came out at the end of the 20th century, went on bikerides, secretly, from Kifisia to Drapetsona, my generation, because it doesn't fit on a stage, with no backyards, our backyard would become the whole city
And all the streets would lead us to loved ones' hang out spots, but asphalt, underground crossings and railroad tracks.
My generation, as you say, has walked the ways, solved the differences, united the neighbourhoods, mocked the childish rivalries of yesterday, it doesn't judge you by your origin, but it will judge you at your destination by your heart and mind.
That's why I'm talking about my generation.
About my generation that has walked roads, that has gotten to know worlds and loved ways of other people, about my generation that is currently paying, but not growing up, about my generation that is bleeding still.
This one goes to my generation, the generation of the Regime Reform, it hasn't lived through the 'stone years', war and refugee status, it had been persuaded by then that the fire's been put out, that heroes have gifted it its Freedom, and so my generation carries the guilt of not having fought for what has been gifted to it, with no persecutions and passions, without a tragedy to scar it, they wondered what name it would take.
They had called it the 'x' generation, my generation, an unknown generation, lost, clueless about the fate that's been waiting for it, comes out of oblivion and finds itself being mortgaged, it isn't free, but with hands and feet tied up.
It's my generation that got tired of owning and having bosses, but never even took the loans.
Now they've orderded it to be brave, but for what ideal and under which flag?
Because my generation has inherited military camps, brothers and sisters that bled, instead of plowing that same land, leaders and parties, flags and colours.
They have thrown it down the trenches, my generation, which slowly, timidly is trying to break the heavy old chains.
This one goes to my generation, which is now called up to make revolutions, my generation that's been put to sleep by schools and televisions.
About my generation that has walked roads, that has gotten to know worlds and loved ways of other people, about my generation that is currently paying, but not growing up, about my generation that is bleeding still.
This one goes to my generation, the generation of globalisation, which doesn't have much in common with its parents and grandparents, and has more in common with other people, from other places. With other languages, other codes, other minds.
That's why my generation has learned to hate the country it lives in, and if it's now vegetating, my generation doesn't care, because my generation here feels like a caged beast.
For my generation borders are just a line.
I'm talking about our own children. They sprung up from every corner, made the country a neighbourhood.
This one goes to those who remain children, who look at you with an innocent gaze, they make the world a neighbourhood, this one goes to my generation, to those who chose to leave, to those who've fallen head on to the struggle, but, above all, to those who still go about the fight of life every day with dignity.
To my generation, that is still bleeding...

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Nimeni Altu’ - Crizantema Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

25.11.2024

Chrysanthemum

(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...

Chantal Goya - Monsieur Gershwin Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

25.11.2024

Mr. Gershwin

In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire

Ylva - Forgjeves Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

25.11.2024

In Vain

Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?

Moana 2 (OST) - Aller plus loin (Reprise) [Beyond (Reprise)] Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

25.11.2024

Going even further (Reprise)

Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further