Dalszvegek
(szveg - zene)
The Echoing Green
Faust (Margit balladja)
Table for one
Alkonyat
Between the Sunset and the Sea
Tilos csillagon
Sugrban
lljon le a gpezet
McPherson's Lament
Rzsa Sndor
Cryin' Girl's Blues
The Echoing Green
(William Blake - Zoltn ron)
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.’
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mother
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.
Faust
(Margit nekli a drmban)
(J.W.Goethe/Mrton Lszl/Zoltn ron - Zoltn ron)
Thulnak volt egy kirlya,
A srig h marad:
Neki haldokl arja
Arany serleget ad.
Mson nem is jrt esze,
Mindig azt itta ki,
Szeme knnyel lett tele,
Ha tnyjtottk neki.
S halla mr a kszbn ll,
Vrost s fldeket,
Minden kincset ingyen knl,
De nem a serleget.
Kirlyi lakomjn,
Lovagjai krben
sei palotjn,
Tenger fltti erklyen -
Megllt az iv vn,
Ajkn a vgs z:
Szent serlegt odavetvn,
Ahol habzik a vz -
Sergleg hullsa, hullma -
Ltta, nyeli az r,
Szemt akkor lehunyta,
Tbb nem ivott mr,
nem ivott mr...
eredeti szveg:
Es war ein Knig in Thule
Gar treu bis an das Grab,
Dem sterbend seine Buhle
Einen goldnen Becher gab.
Es ging ihm nichts darber,
Er leert' ihn jeden Schmaus;
Die Augen gingen ihm ber,
So oft er trank daraus.
Und als er kam zu sterben,
Zhlt' er seine Stdt' im Reich,
Gnnt' alles seinem Erben,
Den Becher nicht zugleich.
Er sa bei'm Knigsmahle,
Die Ritter um ihn her,
Auf hohem Vter-Saale,
Dort auf dem Schlo am Meer.
Dort stand der alte Zecher,
Trank letzte Lebensgluth,
Und warf den heiligen Becher
Hinunter in die Fluth.
Er sah ihn strzen, trinken
Und sinken tief in's Meer,
Die Augen thten ihm sinken,
Trank nie einen Tropfen mehr.
Table for one
(Kovcs Kristf - Zoltn ron)
I always eat at a table for one
Cigar in hand, watch the setting sun
Drinkin' a glass of blood-red wine
If you ask me, I'm perfectly fine
But that's not entirely true
Inside I'm sad - you could say blue
There's something amiss
A woman to hold, to hold and kiss
.....
So when I find her, it's like a dream,
She's gorgeous, we make a perfect team
There's nothing I'd want to change
But she does, that hits me strange
But when you're in love, you compromise
Take a deep breath, look into her eyes
Tell her you will change, but nothing too big
There you are: Pandora lifting the lid
Soon she tells me what I should and shouldn't do
Babe, I gave up some serious stuff for you
The last straw is when I want to drink a bit
She asks: "Is there any alcohol in it?"
As I nod yes, and put down the glass
I know that this day is the last
That we spend K-I-S-S-I-N-G in a tree
Starting tomorrow, God, I'm free
.....
If you ask, I'm sad, I'm blue
To be honest that's not true
I know, from now on, I can't kiss her
But after all, I won't miss her
Returns the everyday table for one
The cigar, and the setting sun
Returns the glass, the blood-red wine,
I lean back, and I'm perfectly fine
Alkonyat
(Zoltn ron - Kreatin)
Kiengedtk mr a kutykat,
A vrs napnak szaklla ntt;
A az don-szrke vros fl
Egy huncut kis tnde ftylat sztt.
Hazafele ballag a magny,
Gondolata tvolba jr
Kedvesre gondol, vagy semmire,
Kezdi sem rteni mr.
Csend, a gondolatok kavarognak,
A lmpa vakt, az utca res
S a magnyos emlkeiben
Egy vidmabb fnysugarat keres.
Keres, keres, de nem tall,
Az emlkek mr elvesztek
Az vek hossz sora alatt
Kikoptak, megtredeztek.
Csak egy lczott romhalmaz van,
Egy csillog szemtdomb
Kvlrl minden vidm s szp,
Csak bellrl fti a gond.
A mlt kimlt, s csak a jv
Maradt meg, s a panaszos jelen
Ez a kett mi velnk van,
A most rossz, a holnap ignytelen.
De lesz tn egy nap mgis
Mikor szvnk nem lesz kedvtelen
S l lesz velnk a mlt
A jv szp, s boldog a jelen!
Between the Sunset and the Sea
(C. A. Swinburne nyomn - Kreatin)
Verse I.
Between the sunset and the sea,
My love laid hands and lips on me;
Of sweet came sour, of day came night,
Of long desire came brief delight.
Verse II.
Between the sea-mark and the sea
Joy grew to grief, grief grew to me;
Love turned to tears, and tears to fire:
And dead delight to new desire.
Verse III.
Between the sundown and the sea
Love watched one hour of love with me;
Then down the all.golden water-ways
His feet flew after yesterday’s;
Chorus I.
I saw them come and saw them flee
Between the sea-foam and sea.
Chorus II.
The next, that saw no love saw me
Between the sea-banks and the sea.
Verse IV.
Between the sea-strand and the sea
Love fell on sleep, sleep fell on me;
The first star saw twain turn to one
Between the moonrise and the sun;
Chorus II.
Chorus II.
Tilos csillagon
(Pilinszky Jnos - Kovcs dm)
n tiltott csillagon szlettem,
a partra zve ballagok,
az gi semmi habja elkap,
jtszik velem s visszadob.
Nem is tudom, mirt vezeklek?
Itt minden szisszen talny,
ne fusson el, ki lenn a parton,
e sppedt parton rmtall.
S ne flj te sem, ne fuss ellem,
inkbb csitttsd a szenvedst,
csukott szemmel szorts magadhoz,
szorts merszen, mint a kst.
Lgy vakmer, telj tidnek,
mint holtak lenn az jszakt,
vllad segtse gyenge vllam,
magam mr nem birom tovbb!
n nem kivntam megszletni,
a semmi szlt s szoptatott,
szeress stten s kegyetlen,
mint halottjt az itthagyott.
Sugrban
(Kreatin)
Hrom vodka, hrom becherovka...
hgyomorra, a hatst hozza...
Tanr r n szltam,
de n csak vlttt,egyre csak hangosabban, hogy: "Jlvan!"
("Inkbb gyere ki a tblhoz felelni!")
Felelni mentem ki az asztalhoz
gy reztem izzadok, de kzben fzok
Nyoms lktetetett a mellkasomban,
gy ht belkezdtem a "felelsbe" nyomban...
Hrom rpa, hrom uborka (...)
A sonka fennragadt az orrlyukamba' (...)
Zsepit krtem a tanr rtl,
Hogy hadd szedjem ki a sonkt az orrlyukambl...
Nem tehettem mst:
Bebizonytottam az lltst,
hogy msnaposan nem lvezem a tanulst.
O, o-o-o-o, oo
Nnnn-nnnn
nnnn-nnnn
Sugrban
lljon le a gpezet
(Zoltn ron)
resen lk, meredten,
csak egy tkr van elttem,
benne l az letem,
azt hiszem, elvesztem.
Kirakatok – mbabk,
vasbl kszlt mvirg,
analgbl digitlis,
valban ez a normlis?!
rlet s kbtszer,
gyerekszobban hagyott vszer,
megtvesztett rva polgr -
hazugsgrt jutalom jr?!
Kicsapott kisiskolsok,
cignnyal vert vodsok,
TV-nek szlt gyerekek:
egyfunkcis letek!
Refr.
Ttovzik minden ember,
tovbb lpni senki nem mer.
Elveszett mindenki clja,
nincs mr, ki elkezdje jra…
…
Csak magad tudod felkarolni,
res lelked rendbe hozni,
elfordulni minden rossztl,
nem habzsolni semmi jbl.
bresszk fl az embereket,
leheljnk beljk lelket,
szemt termel nagy nemzetek,
ne rohadjon el a szv bennetek!
Egy bolond szzat csinl,
elkezdem, ha rajtam ll,
testekbe ltk lelkeket,
kikapcsolom a gpeket!
lljon le a gpezet!
Induljon a kpzelet!
lljon le a gpezet!
McPherson's Lament
(trad. skt ballada)
Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
Farewell, farewell to ye,
McPherson's life will ne'er be long
On yonder gallows tree.
Chorus:
Sae rantingly, sae wantingly, sae dauntingly gaed he,
He played a tune as he danced around,
below yon gallows tree
"Now some have come for to see me hang,
and some to buy my fiddle,
But before that I do part with her,
I'll break her through the middle.
So he took his fiddle in both of his hands,
and he broke it o'er a stone,
Saying: "there's no other hand shall play on thee
when I am dead and gone."
Chorus
"Oh what is death but parting breath,
on many a bloody plain,
I've dared his face and in this place
I scorm him yet again.
Untie these bands from off my hands,
and bring tom me my sword,
And there's not a man in all Scotland,
but I'll brave him at one word!"
Chorus
The reprieve was coming o'er the break of dawn,
to set McPherson free,
But they put the clock a quarter before,
and hanged him from a tree.
Chorus
Rzsa Sndor
(magyar npballada)
Esik es, szp csendesen csprg,
Rzsa Sndor a kocsmba bezrg.
"-Kocsmrosn, bort hozzon az asztalra,
Legszbb lnyt llja ki strzsra!"
"-desnym strzsakislny nem leszk,
Amott gynnek a fegyveres vitzk!'
Rzsa Sndor sem vtte ezt flvllra,
Flkapott az aranyszr lovra.
Lova, lova lova viszi msszire,
Igyenyst a kerek erd mlyire,
Lova lba megbotlott egy gdrbe,
Ott fogtk el Rzsa Sndort rkre.
Le az utcn, fl az utcn, flfel,
Szamosjvr brtnkapuja fel.
Szamosjvr brtnfala de srga!
Oda leszk, amig lk, bezrva!
"Mondjk meg a kedves felesgmnek,
Gonnyt viselje mind a kt gyermknek!
Se kocsisnak, se bujtrnak ne adja,
mind a kettt betyrsgra tantsa!"
Cryin' Girl's Blues
(Kovcs dm)
I was runnin’ to the station
Yes I was runnin’ there
When I heard a girl screamin’:
’Get off your filthy hands (of me)!’
Then I turned my head there
Turned my head there ’n I
’N I looked in her eyes
Saw them cryin’ with shame
When I got to her,
I gave her some screw
Yes I gave her ten bucks
And then just walked away
(yes, that was me…)
So I jumped on a fast train
Jumped on a train ’n I…
Oh yeah I jumped on that train
’N I never saw her again
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
