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« Reply #75 on: September 28, 2010, 19:27:44 »
Christina Aguilera - You Lost Me

I am done, smoking gun
We've lost it all, the love is gone
She has won. Now it's no fun
We've lost it all, the love is gone

And we had magic
And this is tragic
You couldn't keep your hands to yourself

I feel like our world's been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We found our life's been changed
Babe, you lost me

And we tried, oh how we cried
We lost ourselves, the love has died
And oh, we tried, you can't deny
We're left as shells, we lost the fight

And we had magic
And this is tragic
You couldn't keep your hands to yourself
 
I feel like our world's been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We found our life's been changed
Babe, you lost me

Now I know you're sorry and we were sweet
But you chose lust when you deceived me
You'll regret it but it's too late
How can I ever trust you again?

I feel like our world's been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We found our life's been changed
Babe, you lost me

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« Reply #76 on: September 28, 2010, 21:14:30 »
P. Celan "Todesfuge"

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends
wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts
wir trinken und trinken
wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng
Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne er pfeift seine Rüden herbei
er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde
er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
Dein aschenes Haar Sulamith wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

Er ruft stecht tiefer ins Erdreich ihr einen ihr andern singet und spielt
er greift nach dem Eisen im Gurt er schwingts seine Augen sind blau
stecht tiefer die Spaten ihr einen ihr andern spielt weiter zum Tanz auf

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen
Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft
dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
wir trinken dich abends und morgens wir trinken und trinken
der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland sein Auge ist blau
er trifft dich mit bleierner Kugel er trifft dich genau
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
er hetzt seine Rüden auf uns er schenkt uns ein Grab in der Luft
er spielt mit den Schlangen und träumet der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith
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« Reply #77 on: September 29, 2010, 10:59:30 »
Julchen that's an awesome poem! I remember we discussed it last year as well in school (I already knew it from secondary school though) and was really touched by it... did you hear the audio version from it?
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« Reply #78 on: September 30, 2010, 14:06:25 »
Yeah, the audio was my first thing of Paul Celan. After that I found a site devoted to his poems, but I seem to have lost it again T______T
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« Reply #79 on: September 30, 2010, 15:47:18 »
Friedrich Nietzsche - Vereinsamt


Die Krähen schrein
Und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt:
Bald wird es schnein,
Wohl dem, der jetzt noch Heimat hat!

Nun stehst du starr,
Schaust rückwärts, ach! wie lange schon!
Was bist du Narr
Vor Winters in die Welt entflohn?

Die Welt - ein Tor
Zu tausend Wüsten stumm und kalt!
Wer das verlor,
Was du verlorst, macht nirgends Halt.

Nun stehst du bleich,
Zur Winter-Wanderschaft verflucht,
Dem Rauche gleich,
Der stets nach kältern Himmeln sucht.

Flieg, Vogel, schnarr
Dein Lied im Wüstenvogel-Ton!
Versteck, du Narr,
Dein blutend Herz in Eis und Hohn!

Die Krähen schrein
Und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt:
Bald wird es schein,
Weh dem, der keine Heimat hat!
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« Reply #80 on: September 30, 2010, 15:56:38 »
Nicolas- really thx for sharing! I love Nietzsche.
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« Reply #81 on: September 30, 2010, 22:05:59 »
Frank Sinatra My way

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it here;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.
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« Reply #82 on: October 01, 2010, 14:19:58 »
One of my favorite poem by Evgeniy Evtushenko

Не в первый раз и не в последний раз...

Не в первый раз и не в последний раз
страдаешь ты... Уймись, займись трудами,
и ты поверь — не лучше прочих рабств
быть в рабстве и у собственных страданий.
Не в первый раз и не в последний раз
ты так несправедливо был обижен.
Но что ты в саможалости погряз?
Ведь только унижающий — унижен.
Безнравственно страданье напоказ —
на это наложи запрет строжайший.
Не в первый раз и не в последний раз
страдаешь ты... Так что же ты страдаешь?

English translate:

Not at the first time and not at the last time

Not at the first time and not at the last time
You are suffering… Stop it, busy yourself with labour
And take on trust - not better than the other slavery
Be in slavery of your own suffering
Not at the first time and not at the last time
You were offended so unfairly
But why are you mired in self-pity?
After all, the only man - who humbles others - is really humbled.
The shown sufferings are immoral
Impose a most stringent ban on it
Not at the first time and not at the last time
You are suffering… So why do you suffer?

*sorry, I'm not a good translator, so I just try to stay close to original*
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« Reply #83 on: October 01, 2010, 15:24:16 »
@Felissa,wow!I like it too,but I haven't any translations of my favourite poets  :(  :|
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« Reply #84 on: October 02, 2010, 07:36:22 »
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht.
Seh' ich nur einmal dein Gesicht,
Seh' dir in Auge nur einmal,
Frei wird mein Herz von aller Qual.
Gott weiß, wie mir so wohl geschicht!
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht

Goethe :)
It always looks like a straight line outside when everything is bent inside.

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« Reply #85 on: October 02, 2010, 11:46:43 »
Quote from: "WalkAbout"
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht.
Seh' ich nur einmal dein Gesicht,
Seh' dir in Auge nur einmal,
Frei wird mein Herz von aller Qual.
Gott weiß, wie mir so wohl geschicht!
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht

Goethe :)


*gets all silent* how someone can put the essence in such a small poem... *full admiration* loved it ... thanks for sharing Nina!
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« Reply #86 on: October 03, 2010, 13:07:07 »
caught by these two today...


Wake me up when September ends by Green Day

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends




Boulevard of Broken dreams, also by Green Day

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
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« Reply #87 on: November 09, 2010, 11:54:03 »
In awe and on my knees before this song....

Je suis malade by Lara Fabian

Je ne rêve plus je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Je suis comme un orphelin dans un dortoir

Je n'ai plus envie de vivre dans ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ais plus de vie et même mon lit
Ce transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir

Je suis malade parfaitement malade
T'arrive on ne sait jamais quand
Tu repars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous

Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatigué je suis épuisé
De faire semblant d'être heureuse quand ils sont là

Je bois toutes les nuits
Mais tous les whiskies
Pour moi on le même goût
Et tous les bateaux portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort quand toi tu dors

Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent avant ta peau

Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue je crèverai seul avec moi
Près de ma radio comme un gosse idiot
Écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir

Je suis malade
C’est ça je suis malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le coeur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends je suis malade
It always looks like a straight line outside when everything is bent inside.

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« Reply #88 on: November 09, 2010, 13:12:31 »
So, it's my turn to post one of the favorite poems. Here it is:

Steve Harris
"Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale

Driven south to the land of snow and ice
To a place where nobody’s been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God’s name hoping good luck it brings

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North `til all is calm

The albatross begins with it's vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung

And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me

Day after day, day after day we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink

There, calls the Mariner, there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide

See... Onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See.... She has no crew
She has no life, wait but there’s two

Death and she life in death they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now

Then... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She, Life in Death
She lets him live, her chosen one

One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh each turned his face with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye. Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan. With heavy thump, a lifeless lump they dropped down one by one.

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he’d die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he

And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they’re lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the Mariner’s left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him

And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner’s bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guests a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on
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« Reply #89 on: November 09, 2010, 20:16:06 »
I once shared this poem in the blog as well, I got to know it thanks to a movie where one of the characters reads the poem aloud on a wedding and I liked it very much so I looked it up and well share it here again  :)

it's from E.Cummings

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in
my heart)I am never without it(anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)I want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)
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