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Volgost
, марта 29 2009 20:51
#1397
Опубликовано 20 Апрель 2012 - 19:04

Цитата(mike117 @ 20.4.2012, 23:00) (смотреть оригинал)
Прокофьев.
Ну да, опять ты меня подсидел скотина)))
"Тихо вшендзе, глухо вшендзе... цо-то бендзе?... цо-то бендзе?..." Адам Мицкевич, "Деды" част II
#1400
Опубликовано 21 Апрель 2012 - 12:34

Цитата
Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That you've made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I won't ask a life that's soft or high Let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be square and generous with all I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But never let them say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things that gall or fret Well, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all that's done or said And right me
sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie.
sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie.
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#1403
Опубликовано 21 Апрель 2012 - 13:09

Сейчас с Севера перебрался в другое место в Норвегии - в Гейрангер. Красивейшее легендарное место. О достопримечательностях потом, постараюсь и фотографии поместить. Именно в этом месте поэтом Tore Ørjasæter было написанно стихотворение , которое в последствие стало популярной в Норвегии песней. Тут официальный язык не букмол, а ниношк, песня тоже на этом языке/диалекте.
Тут текст и перевод. Исполняет Sissel
Тут текст и перевод. Исполняет Sissel
Цитата
Lyrics to Vestland, Vestland :
(Sigurd Førsund/Tore Ørjasæter)
Å Vestland, Vestland når eg ser deg slik
Med fagre fjell og fjord og tronge vik.
Det stig i all sin venleik stort og vilt
Og atter møter meg so mjukt og mildt.
Og gleda strøymer i meg still og stor
med glans av bjørkeli og blåe fjord
Og i meg sjølv eg kjenner dypter av
den stille skogen og det store hav.
Min lette båt ein solblank kveld eg ror,
sjå fjell og himmel sym på stille fjord
og djupe dalen med sitt grøne fang,
som skin av lauv og blom frå li og vang.
Sjå skuggane som kliv dei kvasse fjell
lik dagsens timar tøyer seg mot kveld
Det sveiper seg om tind og tronge dal
eit draumeslør av sommarnatti sval
(Sigurd Førsund/Tore Ørjasæter)
Å Vestland, Vestland når eg ser deg slik
Med fagre fjell og fjord og tronge vik.
Det stig i all sin venleik stort og vilt
Og atter møter meg so mjukt og mildt.
Og gleda strøymer i meg still og stor
med glans av bjørkeli og blåe fjord
Og i meg sjølv eg kjenner dypter av
den stille skogen og det store hav.
Min lette båt ein solblank kveld eg ror,
sjå fjell og himmel sym på stille fjord
og djupe dalen med sitt grøne fang,
som skin av lauv og blom frå li og vang.
Sjå skuggane som kliv dei kvasse fjell
lik dagsens timar tøyer seg mot kveld
Det sveiper seg om tind og tronge dal
eit draumeslør av sommarnatti sval
Цитата
Oh Vestland*, Vestland, when I see you like this
With beautiful mountains and fiords and narrow coves,
It rises up in all its beauty, great and wild
And meets me once again so tender and soft.
And happiness flows trough me quiet and grand
with glisten from mountainsides filled with birch and blue fiords
And in myself I feel the deeps of
the quiet forrest and the big ocean.
One sunlit night I row in my light boat
watching the mountains and the sky swimming on the calm fiord
and the deep and green valley
that gleams of leaves and flowers from the mountainsides and the meadows.
Look at the shadows that splitt the steep mountains
when the day moved towards night.
It sweaps around the peaks and in the narrow valleys
a weil of dreams in the cool summernight.
*Vestland (/Vestlandet) is the western part of Norway, and is divided into four countys.
With beautiful mountains and fiords and narrow coves,
It rises up in all its beauty, great and wild
And meets me once again so tender and soft.
And happiness flows trough me quiet and grand
with glisten from mountainsides filled with birch and blue fiords
And in myself I feel the deeps of
the quiet forrest and the big ocean.
One sunlit night I row in my light boat
watching the mountains and the sky swimming on the calm fiord
and the deep and green valley
that gleams of leaves and flowers from the mountainsides and the meadows.
Look at the shadows that splitt the steep mountains
when the day moved towards night.
It sweaps around the peaks and in the narrow valleys
a weil of dreams in the cool summernight.
*Vestland (/Vestlandet) is the western part of Norway, and is divided into four countys.
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