Posts Tagged muzica

Solipsist

Posted by schtiel in aberatii, vis on decembrie 29, 2012

arta, barbati, culoare, femei, muzica, pictura, sentimente, vis

35 comentarii

Carol of the Bells

Posted by schtiel in aberatii, vis on decembrie 24, 2012

for everyone :

arta, muzica

31 comentarii

Endless road

Posted by schtiel in aberatii on august 18, 2012

Too Much – Song For My Lady (Now I Found)

Prea aproape si

atat de departe ,

pasi fara ganduri

caci uitata iubirea , se cerne

nisip in clepsidra

si fara culori visele

doar mor , ucise incet …

Too close and

so far,

thoughtless steps

because forgotten love, is sieved

sand in the hourglass

without color the dreams

just die , slowly killed …

muzica, sentimente, trist

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Diced – devil’s bones

Posted by schtiel in aberatii on august 6, 2012

[…]

58, 56, 54,
Good angels at my door.
63, 62, 61, 60, 59, 58,
Good angels at my gate.

[…]

Manfred Mann`s Earth Band, Angels At My Gate

Din doua cuvinte

se nasc , dureros

alte trei

dar intr-o alta conversatie

intr-un alt timp

si intr-o alta culoare …

Si simplu ,

ma doare , atat de albastru …

From two words

are born, painful

another three

but in another conversation

in another time

and in another color …

And simple ,

hurt me , so blue …

Angel, Manfred Mann, muzica, personal, sentiment, viata

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Behind blue eyes

Posted by schtiel in aberatii on iulie 24, 2012

[…]

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you!

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

[…]

The Who – Behind Blue Eyes

doar cuvinte rostogolite

drept lacrimi

nimic nu ramane

pe pleoapele arse

cateva note muzicale

si atat de multa

tristete …

words just rolled

as tears

nothing is left

on the burned eyelids

a few musical notes

and so much

sadness …

Behind Blue Eyes, muzica, personal, sentiment, The Who, trist

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Red

Posted by schtiel in aberatii on iulie 22, 2012

[…]
What have I to give but my songs and my love, my dreams are yours to share
Give you myself and part of my world for both of us offer one prayer
[…]

Curved Air – Elfin Boy

Si gandurile in zbor ,

printre soapte de frunze …

Pierdute pe aripe de vise ,

culorile toate raman

atat de singure in crang

printre mesteceni ,

doar o umbra rosie am fost …

And thoughts in flight ,

among whispers of the leaves …

Lost on the wings of dreams ,

colors all remain

so alone in grove

through birch trees ,

I was only a red shadow …

culoare, muzica, personal, sentiment, trist

5 comentarii

Rubliov

Posted by schtiel in aberatii on iulie 15, 2012

doar bronz as fi ,
topit in
dangat de clopot
ca o
tacere surda si muta …
amintirile ,
porumbei in clopotnita
intr-o inutila
zbatere ,
ca un
zbor frant …

I be only the bronze ,
melted
in sound of bell
like a
dull and voiceless silence …
memories,
pigeons in the belfry
in a useless
struggle ,
like a
broken flight …