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Hey, little one don't you cry
You must be brave, so dry your eyes
You know tomorrow will find me gone
Because the wild leads me on.
Peace of mind is hard to find
Lots of worries in this heart of mine
Why do I wonder so endlessly
And leave the girl, the girl that loves me.
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, I'll be back someday.
Over the hill by the setting sun
My love goes back to my little one
Bless and keep her, oh Lord, above
And send to her all my love.
And carry me, oh, lonesome train
Over these hills back to my love again
This will be my last time to roam
And down in that valley that's where we'll build our home.
Just in time to be too late
My little one got married today
Carry me, oh, lonesome train
Behind these hills to hide my shame.
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, I'll be on my way...
Έφυγες έφυγες γύρνα ξανά
κάθε στιγμή που περνά
σ΄έχω στη σκέψη μου παντοτινά
γύρνα κοντά μου ξανά
Χαμένη αγάπη μου παλιά
χαμένα χάδια και φιλιά
σαν όνειρο σε καρτερώ
γη διψασμένη για νερό
Έφυγες έφυγες τώρα καιρό
και μοναχή δεν μπορώ
δεν έχω νιώσει έτσι άλλη φορά
γύρνα και δωσ΄μου χαρά
Χαμένη αγάπη μου παλιά
χαμένα χάδια και φιλιά
σαν όνειρο σε καρτερώ
γη διψασμένη για νερό
Έφυγες έφυγες μα δεν μπορείς
άλλη αγάπη να βρείς
γύρνα σε μένα αγάπη ξανά
γιατί ο χρόνος περνά
Χαμένη αγάπη μου παλιά
χαμένα χάδια και φιλιά
σαν όνειρο σε καρτερώ
γη διψασμένη για νερό
I hear that the Emperor of China
Used to wear iron shoes with ease
We are the tablecloth and also the table
Also the fable of the dancing leaves
The new moon is rising
The axe of the thunder is broken
As never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
The new moon is shining
The angels are washing their windows
Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
Ask the snail beneath the stone,
Ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky
Tell me if air is strong
In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest
Safe in the care of the dear moon
The new moon is rising
The eyelid of god is approaching
The humane train the skating raining travelling voice of certainty
The new moon is shining
The harmonious hand is now holding Lord Krishna's ring
The eagle's wing the voice of mother everything
Ask the snail beneath the stone,
Ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky
Tell me if air is strong
In the floating palaces of the spinning castle
May the fire king's daughter bring water to you
Δημήτρη μου, Δημήτρη μου
μου το ‘κλεισες το σπίτι μου.
Μου το ‘κανες οικόπεδο
γιατί είσαι ομορφόπαιδο.
Δημήτρη ντερμπεντέρη μου
εσένα θέλω ταίρι μου,
δικά σου όλα τα ακίνητα
και βίλα κι αυτοκίνητα.
Δημήτρη μου λεβέντη μου,
καημός είσαι και γλέντι μου,
το γέλιο μου, το κλάμα μου,
ντροπή μου και ρεκλάμα μου
Copenhagen - winter 2009-2010 . Images sequence.
I have chosen this song of Fabrizio De André entitled " Inverno" (Winter) to celebrate the most beautiful and coldest winther in Copenhagen ever, with a temperature constantly below zero since the end of December 2009 . I have used some of the fotos made by myself during December 2009 and January 2010, in the Østerbro district. Locations : Sortedamsø, Fælledpark, Holmens Kirkegård.
Lyrics: Inverno ( 1968 )
Sale la nebbia sui prati bianchi
come un cipresso nei camposanti
un campanile che non sembra vero
segna il confine fra la terra e il cielo.
Ma tu che vai, ma tu rimani
vedrai la neve se ne andrà domani
rifioriranno le gioie passate
col vento caldo di un'altra estate.
Anche la luce sembra morire
nell'ombra incerta di un divenire
dove anche l'alba diventa sera
e i volti sembrano teschi di cera.
Ma tu che vai, ma tu rimani
anche la neve morirà domani
l'amore ancora ci passerà vicino
nella stagione del biancospino.
La terra stanca sotto la neve
dorme il silenzio di un sonno greve
l'inverno raccoglie la sua fatica
di mille secoli, da un'alba antica.
Ma tu che stai, perché rimani?
Un altro inverno tornerà domani
cadrà altra neve a consolare i campi
cadrà altra neve sui camposanti