Yiannis Ploutarhos - Αφιερωμένο (Afieromeno) Превод текста

Posvećeno

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Postoje neke ljubavi koje se brzo zaboravljaju
koje ostaju u rečima koje bole
i mnoge noći koje koliko god da želiš ne prolaze
uspomene žive me muče
tražim nekoga da popričam, da se olakšam
da zaboravim, možda uspem da se spasim
 

Posvećena ova pesma njoj
zbog koje krvarim, a rana ne zaceljuje
posvećeno, iz srca punog ljubavi
iako polako propadam zbog njenih grešaka
 

Postoje neke ljubavi koje lako povređuju
koje se igraju sa tobom i iznenada, iznenada se završavaju
i bol je nem, u grudima jecaj i srce ne izdržava
uz piće kao društvom, gorčina mi beži
tražim nekoga da popričam, da se olakšam
da zaboravim, možda uspem da se spasim
 

Krv rajska

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Sliku svog odraza sam uhvatio
U prozoru sam je spazio
Tamu u svome srcu sam video
Video sam znake svoga uništenja
Tamo su bili od početka
A mrak još uvek ima posla
Zamršena užad nerazmršena
Sveta i užarena
Oh, sede tamo na nebesima
Svime što kupuju obezbeđena
 

U krvi raja
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Sa ženom u muškarcu
I Muškarcem u ženi
U krvi raja
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Stapanje su želeli
Oh, sjedinjenje žene
Žene i muškarca
 

Moj stisak klizi sigurno
Mislim da sam oslonac izgubio
Da, mislim da sam oslonac izgubio
Ne mogu dobiti osiguranje nikad više
Ne primaju otplatu, samo zlato, ništa više
Da li bodež ili raspeće vidim
Da tako čvrsto tvoja ruka stišće?
I sve to vreme između tebe i mene rastojanje je poraslo
Ne razumem to
 

U krvi raja
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Sa ženom u muškarcu
I ženom u muškarcu
U krvi raja
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Spajanje smo hteli
O, sjedinjenje žene
Žene i muškarca
 

Na molbu moju, primi me
Na toj nežnosti, plutam
Nema sigurnosti, ničeg da se oslonim
Zastajem na trenutak
Kaka trenutak
O, trenutak zaborava
Trenutak blaženstva
 

Mogu da čujem grmljavinu iz daleka
Milion nesaslušanih duša
Milion neslušanih duša
Gledam svaka dopire do bića svakog da ga uteši
Praznine u njima da ispuni
 

U krvi raja
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Sa ženom u muškarcu
I ženom u muškarcu
U krvi raja
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Spajanje smo želeli
Žene i muškarca
 

U krvi rajskoj
Žena i muškarac počivaju
Čoveka u ženi osećam
I ženu u čoveku
U krvi raja
Žena i čovek leže
Čoveka u ženi osećam
I ženu u čoveku
 

U krvi raja
Učinili smo sve što smo mogli
U krvi raja
Pa smo završili kako smo i počeli
Sa čovekom u ženi
I ženom u čoveku
Zarad spajanja sve bilo je
O, spajanje žene
Žene i čoveka
 

The Bus

The bus leaves (and won't return),
for another month (no one will walk).
A girl remains in the square, ah-ah,
this time she is also crying because
now she knows that he won't return,
the one who swore to take her away with him.
 

And those who have not lived in a town don't know
how there are troubles every day because
what you don't know never happens
for those who have hope in every dream that you have.
 

~~~~~
 

Month after month (the girl is there),
the bus arrives (it comes from the city).
Three people get off on the bench, ah-ah,
the last one to arrive seemed perhaps to be
the one who swore, the one who left,
he looks at the girl who feels like she is dying.
 

And she runs and runs and passes into his arms,
she cries with joy at his coming there.
Now she knows that he will take her
hand-in-hand to the big city,
now she knows that he will take her
hand-in-hand to the big city.
 

(Hand-in-hand to the big city,
hand-in-hand to the big city,
hand-in-hand)...
 

Good Friday

Córdoba City, how long has it been
since that Good Friday?
I was alone, I was passing through
like a bird dazzled
by an unidentified object,
by that weird-child intensity.
 

And I plummeted
breaking the sky of your neighbourhood in two.
 

I haven't thought about it,
I haven't even stopped for a moment to calculate
what will become of us.
 

Today we crossed paths while in company
when getting out of the theatre.
We both kept quiet so we wouldn't remember
that, amidst trampled orange blossom petals
we loved each other without asking for anything in return,
amidst crucifixes, madonnas and drunkards.
 

I excommunicated you
on that Good Friday night.
 

I haven't thought about it,
I haven't even stopped for a moment to calculate
what will become of us.
 

Listen to the cry
of this lost bird
that hasn't learnt to land yet.
 

It hasn't learnt anything yet.
It hasn't learnt anything yet.
 

Córdoba City, how long has it been
since that Good Friday?