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Archive for November 14, 2012

I am a bridge – Adrian Paunescu

“I am a bridge over the river,
Towards you, always
Supported by nothing
Only on my soul.
This heartless river
Will smash me  into pieces,
I understand my condition,
But you also have to understand it.
I am a bridge over the river,
On my sad pillars,
Towards you always
But you do not exist.
You do not understand that it’s hard for me,
That I’m cold and it is ugly
They I am heavy and fixed
I am a bridge and that is all.
Where I get to go
I am forced to remain
Weather it smells like iron
Weather it smells like hay.
And at once I understand
That I am sad  in vain
On my sad pillars
I embrace myself and shiver
You feel what I feel,
More seriously, moreover,
Your permanent crying
I take from you and listen to it.
And I seem to give echo
And resonate in another way,
Stepped over by feet
Like a man, like a bridge.
I am a bridge over the river,
I am a bridge over the walking,
How many winds have written me
How many rains have deleted me.
But you’re not on the shore,
But you’re not with them
But you do not crushing me,
You hold me and you drink me.
I am an elevated  bridge
Over an uncomfortable river
I am a bridge, you’re a river,
Are you a river, I am a bridge.”

“Sunt un pod peste rau,
Catre tine mereu,
Pe nimic sprijinit,
Doar pe sufletul meu.
Acest rau nemilos
Ma va sparge-n bucati,
Starea mea o-nteleg,
Dar si tu seama da-ti.
Sunt un pod peste rau,
Pe pilonii mei tristi,
Catre tine mereu,
Insa tu nu existi.
Nu-ntelegi ca mi-e greu,
Ca mi-e frig si urat,
Sunt greoi si sunt fix,
Sunt un pod si atat.
Unde-apuc sa ma duc
Sunt silit sa raman
Ca miroase a fier,
Ca miroase a fan.
Si deodata-nteleg
Ca sunt trist in zadar,
Pe pilonii mei tristi
Ma cuprind si tresar.
Tu simti tot ce simt eu,
Ba mai grav, ba mai mult,
Plansul tau permanent
Il preiau si il ascult.
Si dau parca ecou
Si vibrez in alt mod,
In picioare calcat
Ca un om, ca un pod.
Sunt un pod peste riu,
Sunt un pod peste mers,
Cate vanturi m-au scris,
Cate ploi m-au tot sters.
Dar tu nu esti pe mal,
Dar tu nu esti cu ei,
Dar tu nu ma strivesti,
Tu ma tii si ma bei.
Sunt un pod ridicat
Peste-un rau incomod,
Sunt un pod, esti un rau,
Esti un rau, sunt un pod.”

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translation: memyselfandela, 2012


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memyselfandela

” Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: “no please, stay here,”
We don’t need no…

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Phoenix , the Romanian Whistle in the Sky

Phoenix – Fluier in cer / Whistle in the Sky

“Fluier in cer, noaptea e ziua-n care pier/ Whistle in the sky, night is the day when I die
Fluier in cer, liber si prizonier/Whistle in the sky, free and prisoner
Viu vioriu, singur de cand ma stiu /Alive blue, alone since I’ve known myself
Ochiul de apa-n pustiu/The pond of water in the desert
Viu si iar viu, chiar s-a facut tarziu/Alive and still alive, it’s really late
Fluier in cer sangeriu/Whistle in a bloody sky

Fluier de foc, viata si moarte la un loc/Whistle of fire, life and death together
Fluier de jar, ceru-i de cihlimbar/Whistle of glow, the sky is of amber
Lumea se lumina, din lumini eram/The world was getting filled of light, I was made out ou light
Lumea se auzea, cantec si balsam/One could hear the world, song and balm
Lumea se lumina ca si la inceput/The world was getting filled of light like in the beginning
Lumea se limpezea, se auzea cum batea inima/ The world was getting clear, one could hear the heart beatting

Fluier de vant, sunt cel mai singur pe pamant/Whistle of wind, I am the loneliest on Earth
Fluier de vant, ceru-i asa rotund/Whistle of wind, the sky is so round
Viu vioriu, singur de cand ma stiu/Alive blue, alone since I’ve known myself
Ochiul de apa-n pustiu/The pond of water in the desert
Viu si iar viu, iar s-a facut tarziu/Alive and still alive, it’s llate again
Fluier in cer sangeriu/Whistle in a sky of blood

Fluier si-aud vuietul marilor din sud/I whistle and I hear the roar of the southern seas
Fluier si-aud tipat de ne-nascut/I whistle and I hear scream of unborn
Lumea se lumina, din lumini eram/The world was getting filled of light, I was made out ou light
Lumea se auzea, cantec si balsam/One could hear the world, song and balm
Lumea se lumina ca si la inceput/The world was getting filled of light like in the beginning
Lumea se limpezea, se auzea cum batea inima/ The world was getting clear, one could hear the heart beatting

Lumea se lumina, din lumini eram/The world was getting filled of light, I was made out ou light
Lumea se auzea, cantec si balsam/One could hear the world, song and balm
Lumea se lumina ca si la inceput/The world was getting filled of light like in the beginning
Lumea se limpezea, se auzea cum batea inima/ The world was getting clear, one could hear the heart beatting”

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translation: memyselfandela, 2012
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Phoenix is one of the most prominent Romanian Rock bands of the latest decades, and also the first one to take musical inspiration from ancient Romanian folk themes.Formed in the 1960s, it began by doing covers of Beatles songs. However, they soon had to change their style since the Romanian communist regime disliked any form of western culture. The communist regime suggested that all rock oriented bands should look for inspiration within the Romanian culture. These restrictions made the band’s leader Nicolae Covaci search within the Romanian folklore, which gave them a unique sound.
Phoenix band (or Transsylvania Phoenix, the way it’s known abroad) was born in Timisoara, Romania, in 1962, under the name of “Sfintii”, which means “The Saints”. Due to the harsh nature of political measures, regarding the limitations of freedom of speech, the name was changed into Phoenix, a curious movement, considering the future events and the destiny of the band.

Their original music style was influenced by the most famous bands of the 60’s, such as The Kings, The Beatles, especially the highly-appreciated Lennon-McCartney duo, but soon, Phoenix found it’s own style, free of other external influences. A highly-cultural type of music, based on romanian processed folklore and crude force of instrument, is what made the band Phoenix unique in Romania and other Balkan countries…But then again, using a powerful social message and influencing the masses was qualified as illegal and dangerous by communist state authorities, circumstances that led to a foreseeable verdict: the band was banned in 1974. In 1975, Phoenix releases the album “Cantafabule”, considered to be Romania’s best rock album of all times, despite being banned. Wishing to perform and create in conditions of freedom, the band members leave communist Romania in 1977, hidden in the sound installation that was crossed overboard by the leader Nicu Covaci, in illegal conditions. Between 1977 and 1990, Phoenix was reborn in Germany, choosing different types of music, in need to accommodate with western requirements, but keeping the background substance that defined their origins and beliefs.Still, the ashes were kept in Romania, the music was alive in the souls of millions of people, the educative message was not forgotten – a fact that was proven in 1990, when the band returned home, to reborn once again from it’s own ashes and to continue the education offered to the masses, through rock music and responsibility. Over the years, more than 50 artists have put their mark on the Phoenix music and shared their creations on the stage, adding a personal note to every concert and song, but keeping the original direction and feeling, avoiding commercial music and compromises. Phoenix band remained until today a tremendous, vast, boundless project, with it’s own personality, insensitive to changes that occure in music fashion, appreciated and respected by all music listeners, of all categories.

Over the years Phoenix approached over the years different genres: beat, ethno rock, psychedelic rock, hard rock.

I hate and I love

Odi et amo

“Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. ”

Catullus LXXXV

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I hate and I love

“I hate and I love. How can I do that, you might ask me perhaps?
I do not know. But that’s what I feel and this is torture.”

Catullus LXXXV

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translation : Memyselfandela, 2012


Thought

 


Sleep

Time’s moving slow                  I watch you sleeping
under black eyelashes                               you fight a war
with our                                   impossible dreams.
I hold you in my                      arms as one would
hold his                                  dearest treasure
and I don’t want         to sleep tonight.
Sleep,  sleep,          do not be afraid
no nightmare will dare to creep
while I’m                holding you.
I’ll be there when your eyes
will open     upon  my

L   O   V  E

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Memyselfandela, 2012

For you my love, wherever you are. I have been waiting and searching for you for an eternity, but one day we will be ONE.


Luna Amara / The Bitter Moon – Gri Dorian / Dorian Grey

“How much do I wish only a moment with me
Hidden from restlessness – and far away from you
A night in the clouds throws me in the mud
It’s the hate and apathy and fury which draw me back

And it hurts, and it hurts, and hurts to bury myself between you
Ashes of Dorian grey washed by the rains
I have  bones broken in violet sleep
I’m a bitter moon that slowly dims

How much did I wish to make everything better
You never believed in the world inside me
I’ve nothing of my own – only a bitter moon
Boozing and the silent scream – that don’t want to die

And it hurts, and it hurts, and hurts to bury myself between you
Ashes of Dorian grey washed by the rains
I have  bones broken in violet sleep
I’m a bitter moon that slowly dims”

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“Cât de mult îmi doresc doar o clipă cu mine
Ascuns de neliniști — și departe de tine
O noapte în nori mă aruncă în noroi
E ura și greața și furia ce mă trag înapoi
Și doare, și doare, și doare să mă-ngrop între voi
Cenuși de Gri Dorian spălate de ploi
Am oasele rupte în somn violet
Sunt o lună amară ce se stinge încet

Cât de mult îmi doream să fac totul mai bine
N-ai crezut niciodată în lumea din mine
N-am nimic doar al meu — o lună amară
Beția și urletul surd — ce nu vor să moară

Și doare, și doare, și doare să mă-ngrop între voi
Cenuși de Gri Dorian spălate de ploi
Am oasele rupte în somn violet
Sunt o lună amară ce se stinge încet”

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translation : Memyselfandela, 2012