Čarobni brijeg

Tako blizu a tako daleka,
Duboko iz srca izvire rijeka.
Samo to što jesmo do vijeka.
I samo to je važno.

Prije se nisam otvorio ovako.
Životom svojim raspolaže svatko.
Ne govorim to u prazno i lako.
Jer samo to je važno.

S vjerom u tebe sasvim obuzet,
Svakim danom sve smjeliji let.
Otvoren um za drukčiji svijet.
I samo to je važno.



(Nothing Else Matters, Metallica, prev CC, not perfect, al' eto, fercera)

bah, trebalo mi je manje vremena za šekspirov sonet, neg za metallicu :((

Ništa drugo nije važno :-)).

zlica, ne budi negativna :DD

Daju plus :-)))))))))))))))).

cjepidlaka, ovo je isto to, samo pozitivno :DD

ma odlično je:))

e, hvala, nef :))

:)

bok, Crystal, eto mene :) bok svima-neštome maniri u zadnje vrijeme eh...

....eh kad bi mi neko ovo mogao prevest...da je njemački...još ajde...I've had bad dreams too many times,
To think that they don't mean much any more.
Fine times have gone and left my sad home,
Friends who once cared just walk out my door...
Love has no pride when I call out your name.
Love has no pride when there's no one left to blame.
I'd give anything to see you again.
I've been alone too many nights
to think that you could come back again.
But I've heard you talk: "She's crazy to stay."
But this love hurts me so, I don't care what you say.
If I could buy your love, I'd truly try my friend.
And if I could pray, my prayer would never end.
But if you want me to beg, I'll fall down on my kneews;
Asking for you to come back...
I'd be pleading for you to come back...
beggin for you to come back to me.....;PPPP

večer, moderato, vidiš, večeras nije gužva :)

dans, sve se može, sam mi moraš razbit u stihove :))

:) Volim ovu "stvar".Koliko bi koštalo da mi prevedeš "Thick as a brick" od Jethro Tull (zapravo Bollock)?

je, eternis, meni je cijeli dan u glavi pa sam je morala ovak izgurat :)) niš ne košta, sam mi pošalji stihove i, jer ne poznam stvar, ak su opskurni, objašnjenja :D

Thick As A Brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

hi hi hi, briši ovo.Htel sam samo vidjeti dal bu primilo.Primilo je! Ha ha ha ha

nezasitan si, eternis :)) imaš neki omiljeni dio? :DD

ma nek stoji, fora je :)

šta si luuud?!haha

Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed.

ovaj dio mi je najljepši, ne znam zakaj...

...čisto jednom kad budeš u penziji i uhvatiš mrvicu vremena...to ti je čas posla...još dok skladam glzbenu podlogu...iče to ko..alva..koji...huljić famillys.....
Willow weep for me, willow weep for me,
Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea,
Listen to my plea, listen willow weep for me,
Gone my lover's dream, lovely summer dream,
Gone and left me here to weep my tears into the stream,
Sad as I can be - Hear me willow and weep for me.
Whisper to the wind to say that love has sinned
To leave my heart aching and making this moan,
Murmur to the night to hide her starry light,
So none will find me sighing and crying all alone,
Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy,
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me,
When the shadows fall, bend oh willow and weep for me.
To leave my heart aching and making this moan,
So none will find me sighing and crying all alone,
Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy,
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me,
When the shadows fall, bend oh willow,
Bend oh willow and weep for me.....;PPP

dobro sam još prošla, mogao si me tražit da ti i note za flautu zapišem, ak je svira u toj stvari :D

dans, našlo bu se vremena, ak sam mogla gibonnija za amere, mogu i ovo :D

nema veze ak je gužva volim zagužvati ponekad.danaske ti ja dođem u kiosk prekoputa po pljuge, rečem žemskoj: " ronhil dugi,dvije kutije molim"-žemska izvadi pljuge, ja izvadim dvjesto kunića da platim, ona me pogleda, odmjeri i upita: "Imate li sitnog?"-stanem ja,pogledam jel mi šlic otkopčan(nije)pa joj velim: "Gospođo,nije važna veličina,nego tehnika!!!" i odem u bircuz ljut ko pašče. kako je znala, aj mi to reci, CC? u jeee...koma dan danas

moderato, pa probala je, pa ak upali :D

...a možda ti bolje ide uz glazbenu podlogu..da prevod dobije onaj...tač of..of..of...nečega...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_b9NLKzjcs.....;PPP

note za flautu si pišem sam, Cc...:)

a, da, dans, apsolutno je potrebno :))

odlično, eternis, jer ja ne znam :DD

aaaaa,kontam...ondak sam se nanerviro bezveze zbog toga,heh ;)

trebao si je pozvat na kavu :DD

Dobro, prevodi onda ovom Moderatu cantabileu, a meni samo pošalji kiss, pa nebum gnjavil više na ovom blogu.Cc?

ne moderratu nego dancing killeru.Prevedi.Isprika moderatu .

kiss, eternis, ak baš moraš ić, al prevedem ti omiljeni dio, ok? :))

ma u redu je neka je veselo samo

..ma nek ona prevede..kuharsku poemu..to če bit...sasvim..dovoljno...i gastronomski poučno...,PPP

Cc, znam engleski i sve sam si već prevel sam.Htel sam samo izmamit tvoj kiss, he he:)To nemreš sad zanijekati.Uspjela je moja podla namjera :)

i to bu na red došlo, dans, čim se nađe izdavač :))

eternis, evo ti još jedan, onda :*)

više ne pijem kahvu u kahvićima zabranila banda pušenje.zabranjeno pušenje.pišonja i žuga su pamtili dobro šta im je te večeri govorio Lepi more je provod more su koke more je izvor života jeli tako Moke Moke je još dodo i to da se strankinje praskaju pravo i da je u zaostrogu kampu svaku noć drugu je... (a neću dalje zbog kulture i copyrighta;)))

:) (red cheek eternis)

moderato, ide ljeto, terase :)

....može al pod firmom tvoje..izdavačke kuče...u zadnje vrijeme nešto previše cugam..pa ne znam kako bi se to odrazilo..na ove naše...čistunce od..izdavača..vinskih mušica....a podloga ti je..tu..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtJLZ2zL2Os....;PPP.

U džepu puno para jedino je važno
Bitno mi je samo da mi ljudi plješću snažno
Bitno mi je samo da se pjesma rimuje

e, što ih gađaš, dans, kud dinah prije spavanja? opet ću ujutro visine kapat :DD

cim :))

e to volim terase terase :) mini suknjice, majice...ja nosim tamne očale i uživam ladna bira dva mobitela na stolu tri škatulje pljuga ... tooo!

hvala na pažnji i glazbenim podlogama, laku noć, svima :))

...a danas sam malo...sentimentališe...udaren u glavu...pa prije spavanja...ka da to ne radim svako...veče...subotom...u večem..društvu...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyWeWNAr-4Q....,PPP

bok cimic ima li situacije kakve

laka ti noć Cc..(he he, ja sam jedini dobil kiss ovdje, makar iskamčeni)

Pozdrav moderato, situacija je klimava.

đe ćeš Crystal sada? ko će ugasit svjetlo?

Ja sam situacija teška
Ja sam velika greška
Ja sam istina koja je glupost
Ja sam budućnost
Da li ti se sviđam

Ja sam ono čega nema
Ja sam ono što ti se sprema
Ja sam od milion godina tuga
Ja sam na kraju devetog kruga
Ja sam razapet pas, ja sam ludost
Ja sam budućnost
Da li ti se sviđam

e,cimic,klimavo,klimavo-a lijepo sam im govorio: nemojte dizat kredite, nemojte kupovat skupe aute, nemojte se glast na izborima, ne dirajte mi ravnicu al nisu me čuli