Χορευoντας waltz



Ειμαι εδω και μιαμιση μερα κλεισμενος στο σπιτι. Απο χθες το πρωι με χαλια λαιμο και μια ενοχληση αναμεσα στην μυτη και στο μετωπο και γενικως πονοκεφαλους. Αν δεν ειναι κρυωμα ειναι απο το τρεξιμο και απο το αγχος των τελευταιων ημερων και την κουραση.

Το καλο ειναι οτι ειμαι δυο μερες πιο κοντα στις διακοπες. Το αλλο καλο οτι χαζευα ολη μερα τις μουσικες μου αφου δεν εχω την δυνατοτητα να διαβασω με το κεφαλι κουρκουτι.

Ετσι βρηκα ενα τραγουδακι του Leonard Cohen (μιας και τον αναφερουμε στο προηγουμενο ποστ), βασισμενο σε ποιημα του Federico García Lorca. Το τραγουδακι που παιζει ειναι το It's A Raggy Waltz του Dave Brubeck. Aγαπημενου μου jazziστα. Μιας και δεν εχω αυτο του Cohen.

Little Viennese Waltz (F.G.Lorca)

In Vienna there are ten little girls,
a shoulder for death to cry on,
and a forest of dried pigeons.
There is a fragment of tomorrow
in the museum of winter frost.
There is a thousand-windowed dance hall.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this close-mouthed waltz.

Little waltz, little waltz, little waltz,
of itself of death, and of brandy
that dips its tail in the sea.

I love you, I love you, I love you,
with the armchair and the book of death,
down the melancholy hallway,
in the iris's darkened garret,

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this broken-waisted waltz.

In Vienna there are four mirrors
in which your mouth and the ehcoes play.
There is a death for piano
that paints little boys blue.
There are beggars on the roof.
There are fresh garlands of tears.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz that dies in my arms.

Because I love you, I love you, my love,
in the attic where the children play,
dreaming ancient lights of Hungary
through the noise, the balmy afternoon,
seeing sheep and irises of snow
through the dark silence of your forehead

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this " I will always love you" waltz

In Vienna I will dance with you
in a costume with
a river's head.
See how the hyacinths line my banks!
I will leave my mouth between your legs,
my soul in a photographs and lilies,
and in the dark wake of your footsteps,
my love, my love, I will have to leave
violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons


και εδω οι στιχοι απο Leonard Cohen

Take this waltz

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is


5 comments:

aeriko said...

Τελικα οτι αισθανομαι αναμεσα στη μυτη και το μετωπο και πονοκεφαλους ειναι μαλλον ιγμοριτιδα....

M said...

Σε κάνα γιατρό πήγες ή μπαααααα;

By the way αυτό το τραγούδι το λέει καταπληκτικά η Φριντζήλα.

Περαστικά σου!

aeriko said...

γιατρο? ψυχιατρο?

Μπαααα!!! ανακαλυψα οτι ολο το σπιτι ειναι off και κανουμε συμπαρασταση.

Ααααα θελω να την δω να τραγουδαει!

Thanx για 13η φορα!

unclescrooge said...

Είσαι δυο μέρες κοντά στις διακοπές και μας το λες έτσι?? Σγκρουμφ!

aeriko said...

Ελα μωρε σιγα, μια βδομαδα εμεινε και θα ειμαι σε αλλη γη αλλα μερη! Με το ζορι επειδη θα εχουμε half term και θα ειναι κλειστα:P