Текст песни The Savage Rose - flyv min fugl
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Flyv min fugl over byens tavse tage Bær børnenes drømme med på din ryg Stille rejser dagen med månens hvide segl Skær' gennem natten en fremmed strand Aja, aja,aja Afsted afsted afsted afsted Med de forbudte tanker Nøgne rødder spredt på jorden Kappet i udkanten af storbyens beton Fyraftenens svundne stemmer, dagens historie Hvisker i min håndfuld kastanjer Aja, aja, aja ... Så stille her er: en sommer uden mund Her hvor gøglerne tænder ild i høje hatte Hvor leende drenge med sabler ud af halsen, Balancerer på blodige lanser …. Aja, aja aja …. Hvornår skal jeg se jer Mine stolte søskende Smile mellem røde pelargonier Aja, aja, aja …. Compressed translation by Thomas Koppel: Fly my bird Over the quiet roofs of the city Carry the dreams of the children on your back Quietly the day travels with the moons' white sickle Cuts through the night a foreign beach Aia, on & on, with the forbidden thoughts Naked roots scattered on the ground Polled in the outskirts of the city's concrete The vanished voices of knock-off time, the history of the day Whisper in my handful of chestnuts How quiet it is! A summer without mouth Here where jugglers put top hats on fire Where smiling boys with swords sticking out of the throat Balance on bloody lances When will I see you My proud sisters & brothers Smiling between red geraniums Aia, on & on, with the forbidden thoughts Смотрите также:
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Fly my bird over the city's silent take
Wear the children's dreams with your back
Quiet travel day with lunar white seal
Cut ' through the night a stranger beach
Aja aja , aja
Move move move away
With the forbidden thoughts
Bare roots scattered on the ground
The cape on the outskirts of the big city concrete
Fyraftenens bygone votes , today's story
Whispers in my handful of chestnuts
Aja aja , aja ...
Then ask here is : a summer without mouth
Here's where jugglers afire in top hats
Where laughing boys with swords out of the neck,
Poised on bloody spears ....
Aja aja aja ....
When should I see you
My proud siblings
Smile of red geraniums
Aja aja , aja ....
Compressed translation by Thomas Koppel :
Fly my bird
Over the quiet roofs of the city
Carry the dreams of the children on your back
Quietly the day travels with the moons ' white sickle
Cuts through the night a foreign beach
Aia , on & one, with the forbidden thoughts
Naked roots scattered on the ground
Polled in the outskirts of the city 's concrete
The vanished voices of knock-off time , the history of the day
Whisper in my handful of chestnuts
How quiet it is! A summer without mouth
Here where jugglers put top hats on fire
Where smiling boys with swords sticking out of the throat
Balance on bloody lances
When will I see you
My proud sisters & brothers
Smiling mellan red geraniums
Aia , on & one, with the forbidden thoughts
