srijeda, 25.04.2007.
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utorak, 03.04.2007.
Neke fotke...
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OMILJENA BOJA:plava i dalje
NAJDRAŽA PJESMA: ima ih više ali Azra:Balkan, Nightwish: Deep blue sea i Mecano: Hijo de la luna.
VOLIM: Jelenu, konpjutore, hranu općenito, DBWW...
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ZNAM: glumiti (tako kažu)
NE ZNAM: definitivno- pjevati!
VOLIO BIH: naučiti svirati gitaru
NE BIH VOLIO: umrijeti nasilnom smrću
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Nešto iz moje umjetničke riznice:
LOITUMA: Levas polka (gurni ga u dupe)
Nuapurista kuulu se polokan tahti
jalakani pohjii kutkutti.
Ievan äiti se tyttöösä vahti
vaan kyllähän Ieva sen jutkutti,
sillä ei meitä silloin kiellot haittaa
kun myö tanssimme laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.
Ievan suu oli vehnäsellä
ko immeiset onnee toevotti.
Peä oli märkänä jokaisella
ja viulu se vinku ja voevotti.
Ei tätä poikoo märkyys haittaa
sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput.
Ievan äiti se kammarissa
virsiä veisata huijjuutti,
kun tämä poika naapurissa
ämmän tyttöä nuijjuutti.
Eikä tätä poikoo ämmät haittaa
sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili.
Siellä oli lystiä soiton jäläkeen
sain minä kerran sytkyyttee.
Kottiin ko mäntii ni ämmä se riitelj
ja Ieva jo alako nyyhkyytteek.
Minä sanon Ievalle mitäpä se haittaa
laskemma vielähi laiasta laitaa.
Salivili.
Muorille sanon jotta tukkee suusi
en ruppee sun terveyttäs takkoomaa.
Terveenä peäset ku korjoot luusi
ja määt siitä murjuus makkoomaa.
Ei tätä poikoo hellyys haittaa
ko akkoja huhkii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili.
Sen minä sanon jotta purra pittää
ei mua niin voan nielasta.
Suat männä ite vaikka lännestä ittään
vaan minä en luovu Ievasta,
sillä ei tätä poikoo kainous haittaa
sillon ko tanssii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili.
Translate:
The sound of a polka drifted from my neighbor's
and set my feet a-tapping oh!
Ieva's mother had her eye on her daughter but
Ieva she managed to fool her, you know.
'Cause who's going to listen to mother saying no
when we're all busy dancing to and fro!
Ieva was smiling, the fiddle it was wailing
as people crowded round to wish her luck.
Everyone was hot but it didn't seem to bother
the handsome young man, the dashing buck.
'Cause who's going to mind a drop of sweat
when he's all busy dancing to and fro!
Ieva's mother she shut herself away
in her own quiet room to hum a hymn.
Leaving our hero to have a spot of fun
in a neighbor's house when the lights are dim.
'Cause what does it matter what the old folks say
when you're all busy dancing to and fro!
When the music stopped then the real fun began
and that's when the laddie fooled around.
When he took her home, when the dancing was over
her mother angrily waiting they found.
But I said to her, Ieva, now don't you weep
and we'll soon be dancing to and fro!
I said to her mother now stop that noise
or I won't be responsible for what I do.
If you go quietly and stay in your room
you won't get hurt while your daughter I woo.
'Cause this fine laddie is a wild sort of guy
when he's all busy dancing to and fro!
One thing I tell you is you won't trap me,
no, you won't find me an easy catch.
Travel to the east and travel to the west but
Ieva and I are going to make a match.
'Cause this fine laddie ain't the bashful sort
when he's all busy dancing to and fro.
SISTERS OF MERCY: Temple of love
1
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
2
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
CHORUS
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name
3
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
4
With the sunlight died and the night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
5
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it's all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
6
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
7
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
CHORUS 2
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down
NIGHTWISH: Beauty and a beast
Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind
Only a scent of beauty left behind
Ah dear friend I remember the night
The moon and the dreams we shared
Your trembling paw in my hand
Dreaming of that northern land
Touching me with a kiss of a beast
I know my dreams are made of you
Of you and only for you
Your ocean pulls me under
Your voice tears me asunder
Love me before the last petal falls
As a world without a glance
Of the ocean's fair expanse
Such the world would be
If no love did flow in thee
But as my heart is occupied
Your love for me now has to die
Forgive me I need more than you can offer me
Didn't you read the tale
Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog?
Don't you know this tale
In which all I ever wanted
I'll never have
For who could ever learn to love a beast?
However cold the wind and rain
I'll be there to ease up your pain
However cruel the mirrors of sin
Remember beauty is found within
...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...
STAVITE MI POVEZ PREKO OKA
Stavite mi povez preko očiju
Da ne vidim grozotu dana,
Da vidim samo tišinu noći.
Da slušam…
Da plačem.
Stavite mi povez preko oka,
Da samo napol nazrem
Užase današnjeg dana
Sramnoga jučer i
Neizvjesnoga sutra.
Stavite mi okove oko ruku mojih,
Da ne učinim isto što mnogi su prije mene
Grebli, gnjavili, davili, krali i palili…
Prijatelje gazili i u prah satirali, a
Slavno umrli i časno zapamćeni.
Stavite mi noge u škripac tijesni,
Da ne bježim kao oni koji nisu hrabri da stanu
Da ne bih napustio bližnje i drage,
Da ne bih pojurio u propast,
Posrnuo u ludilo i zauvijek se izgubio u noći.
JA
Zar je čitav život iluzija samo?
Prijateljstvo- magla
Tko putuje i kamo?
Što poznanstvo znači?
Što utjehu zrači?
Pad; moj pad
Tijelo će pasti, al duša…
Duša ponosno- uznesenje.
Ali… kada, gdje i kako.
Molim- patim, šuti krik
U duši što pjeva
Slavuj- nestaje put; tvoja put;
Moj slatki, čisti put.
I život staje. Ostaje?
Ne, idem, jurim, letim…
Polako! Usporenje pa skok.
Pjesma- više nije jasna
Riječ koju čuješ…
-majko! Stojim sam.
Nitko me ne vidi, a proziran
Nisam… sam; sam- ja, samo ja
