4/7/08
The Band -Forever young
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
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αποφθέγματα 3
-Η ζωή στη γη μπορεί να είναι ακριβή, αλλά περιλαμβάνει ένα δωρεάν ταξίδι γύρω από τον ήλιο κάθε χρόνο! ανώνυμο-Λιακάδα όλο τον καιρό κάνει μια έρημο. αραβική παροιμία
-Το άτομο που ξέρει να γελάει με τον ευαυτό του δεν θα σταματήσει ποτέ να ψυχαγωγείται. Σίρλεϊ Μακ Λέιν
-Σε μια λέξη μπορώ να συνοψίσω ό,τι έχω μάθει για τη ζωή: συνεχίζεται. Ρόμπερτ Φροστ
-Το κακό γίνεται χωρίς προσπάθεια, φυσικά, μοιραία. Το καλό είναι πάντα το προϊόν μιας τέχνης. Σαρλ Μποντλέρ
-Να αξίζεις το όνειρό σου. Οκτάβιο Πας
Hijo de la luna
μετάφραση:
Son of the moon
Foolish is he who doesn't understand.
A legend tells of a gipsy woman
Who pleaded with the moon until dawn.
Weeping she begged
At the break of dawn
To marry a gipsy man.
"You'll have your man, tawny skin,"
Said the full moon from the sky.
"But in return I want the first child
That you have with him.
Because she who sacrifices her child
So that she is not alone,
Isn't likely to love it very much."
Chorus:
Moon, you want to be mother,
But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do
With a child of flesh.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Son of the moon.
From a cinnamon-skinned father
A son was born,
White as the back of an ermine,
With grey eyes instead of olive --
Moon's albino child.
"Damn his appearance!
This is not a gipsy man's son
And I will not put up with that."
Chorus
Believing to be dishonoured,
The gipsy went to his wife,
A knife in his hand.
"Whose son is this?
You've certainly fooled me!"
And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands
With the child in his arms
And left it behind there.
Chorus
And the nights the moon is full
It is because the child
Is in a good mood.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make it a cradle.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make it a cradle.
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