Ahir no la vam cantar, ara ja no tens excusa Anna, a estudiar-la! jo també, jeje
És tant maca aquesta cançó... i ell, al concert, la pell de gallina...
IMPRESSIONANT!
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her
I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[Chorus]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman
I'd seenI said, "Do you know where the wild roses growSo sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bedHe said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
[Chorus]
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
[Chorus]
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her
I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[Chorus]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman
I'd seenI said, "Do you know where the wild roses growSo sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bedHe said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
[Chorus]
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
[Chorus]
6 comentaris:
A veure si entenc la lletra.
Al final la mata ell perquè tot el que és bell ha de morir?
La mata amb una pedra? No ho entenc
si, així és, has fet mb la traducció... és una mica macabra la lletra...
ELLA)
ME LLAMAN LA ROSA SALVAJE
PERO MI NOMBRE REAL ERA ELISA DAY.
NO SÉ PORQUE ME LLAMAN ASÍ,
PORQUE MI NOMBRE ERA ELISA DAY.
[ÉL]DESDE EL PRIMER DÍA QUE LA VÍ, SUPE QUE SERÍA MI CHICA
MIENTRAS FIJABA SU MIRADA EN LA MÍA, Y SONREÍA.
SUS LABIOS TENÍAN EL COLOR DE LAS ROSAS
QUE CRECÍAN EN EL RÍO, SANGRIENTAS Y SALVAJES.
[ELLA]CUANDO PICAN EN MI PUERTA, Y ENTRAN EN LA HABITACION
MIS TEMBLORES SUCUMBIERON EN SU FIRME ABRAZO.
EL SERÍA MI PRIMER HOMBRE, Y CON UNA MANO CUIDADOSA
SECARÍA LAS LáGRIMAS QUE CAERÍAN POR MI CARA.
[ÉL]EN EL SEGUNDO DÍA LE LLEVÉ UNA FLOR.
ERA MAS BELLA QUE NINGUNA OTRA MUJER QUE HUBIERA VISTO.
LE DIJE: ´¿SABES DONDE CRECEN LAS ROSAS SALVAJES?´
TAN DULCES, ESCARLATAS Y LIBRES.
[ELLA]EN EL SEGUNDO DÍA VINO CON UNA ROSA.
ME DIJO: ´¿ME DARAS TU PÉRDIDA Y TU DOLOR?´
ASENTÍ CON LA CABEZA, TUMBADA EN LA CAMA.
ME DIJO: ´SI TE MUESTRO LAS ROSAS, ¿ME SEGUIRAS?´
[ELLA]AL TERCER DÍA, ME LLEVAN AL RÍO.
ME MOSTRÃ LAS ROSAS, Y NOS BESAMOS.
Y LO ULTIMO QUE OÍ FUE UN SUSURRO
MIENTRAS SONREÍA SOBRE MÍ CON UNA ROCA EN SU MANO.
[ÉL]
EL ULTIMO DÍA, LA LLEVÉ DONDE CRECEN LAS ROSAS SALVAJES.
Y SE RECOSTó A LA ORILLA. EL VIENTO PASABA COMO UN LADRON.
MIENTRAS LE DABA EL BESO DE DESPEDIDA DIJE:
TODA LA BELLEZA DEBE MORIR´
Y DEJÉ PLANTADA UNA ROSA ENTRE SUS DIENTES
Realment és una mica macabra
No sé què té de maco que et matin
Em sembla que preferiria no haver-la traduït!
si, és trista, però suposo q s'ha de conèixer la història tormentosa del cave.
he vist al foto de madoz i m'he enrecordat, jo estava convençuda que era una escal de dues potes, no un mirall, jeje, recordes que vam tornar a entrar a la expo a inspeccionar les fotos, no teníem clar si hi havia photoshop pel mig. molt xula la expo!!!!!
La història urmentosa de qui?
Mare de Déu!! HE de fer un curs d'ecritura!!!!
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