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Le v kup, le v kup

Uboga gmajna

Hejaaa, Hejoo

Pripravljam pa techno verzijo Zdravljice v anglescini, ki bo se korak naprej od #carbonsteel himne. Prevedla sem jo pa takole:

The Toast for Peace

Let all the nations that long for peace Unite

Under the same sky we thrive

Where the sun shines bright

let our hearts unite

against wars around

May our sisters and brothers be free

in peace and happiness

Around our home planet

Called the Earth

France Presern (1847) ?

Freestyle Translation: Alja Knez

Радозналост

Поштовање за лепоту и изврсност

Опрост

Социјално знање

Почела сам нови енглеско-језични курс на “Coursera” који се зове “The Science of Well-Being”—“Наука о благостању”. Због короне и самосталности, кренула сам да се излечим лоших навика и мисли.

У истом кораку, желела бин да обновим и мало боље увежбам мој полако-изтечени матерни језик. Креативност води чест корист води већи креативност и тако даље. Трудићу се да сваки дан пробам превести нешто из било ког језика на српски.

Почећу са лепим речима од један од најсјајнијих бића ко је икад прошао кроз наше 21-векско време: господин Роџерс.

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”

This beautiful song about aging love is written and performed by the Slovenian musician Adi Smolar.

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This is my translation.

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We both aged, our hair turned silver,

the strain of time weighs on our hearts,

we became enwraped in winter,

the seasons passed too fast and claimed their part.

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The paths we take are getting shorter,

our goals in life already sought,

it's just us and us together,

she is everything I've got.

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Gone and distant is the spring of our souls,

the leaves are falling and it's cold,

I remember when I told my girl "I love you so",

glad to have her hand to hold.

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Gone and distant is the spring of our souls,

I think of youth and shed a tear,

but I would rather reminisce and be old

if it means I have her near.

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We remember all our kisses,

they were plenty, they were sweet.

Being young is what she misses

and how the world was ours to beat.

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But then we smile, look at each other,

happy that we met and stayed.

How nice it is that we lived life together

and love between us didn't fade.

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Gone and distant is the spring of our souls,

the leaves are falling and it's cold,

I remember when I told my girl "I love you so",

glad to have her hand to hold.

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Gone and distant is the spring of our souls,

I think of youth and shed a tear,

but I would rather reminisce and be old

if it means I have her near.

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Darkness setting on our visions,

"let's go to bed" she says to me,

she holds my arm, we walk in rhythm,

feeling soreness in our knees.

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In bed I feel her sweet embraces,

her tender touch that I obey

helps me lose the bitter thought of

who'll be left all alone one day.

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Gone and distant is the spring of our souls,

the leaves are falling and it's cold,

I remember when I told my girl "I love you so",

glad to have her hand to hold.

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Gone and distant is the spring of our souls,

I think of youth and shed a tear,

but I would rather reminisce and be old

“Postoji, moramo priznati (a bolest je velika ispovjedaonica) djetinjasta prostodušnost u bolesti; kažu se stvari, izbrbljaju istine koje oprezna respektabilnost zdravlja sakriva. O suosjećanju na primjer – možemo bez njega. Ta iluzija o svijetu tako oblikovanom da svaki jecaj ima svoj eho, o ljudskim bićima tako povezanim zajedničkim potrebama i strahovima da trzaj jednog ručnog zgloba povuče i drugi, gdje ma koliko čudno bilo vaše iskustvo i drugi su ga imali, gdje koliko god daleko da putujete u vlastitim mislima netko je tamo već bio prije vas – to sve je jedna iluzija. Ne znamo vlastite duše, a kamoli tuđe. Ljudska stvorenja ne idu držeći se za ruke cijelom dužinom puta. U svakome je djevičanska šuma; snježno polje gdje je čak i otisak ptičjih stopala nepoznat. Tu idemo sami, i tako nam se više sviđa. Uvijek imati suosjećanje, uvijek imati pratnju, uvijek imati nečije razumijevanje bilo bi nepodnošljivo.”

-- Virginia Woolf, O bolesti (On Being Ill,  1926)

translation & illustration / prevod i ilustracija: V. B. Borjen

The beautiful Slovenian song Orion was written by Gregor Strniša and Jure Robežnik. Cover is by Severa Gjurin.

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My translation of the lyrics:

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In many years when we're no longer here,

a night just like tonight, vivid and clear,

will gleam on lovers looking at the stars.

Orion then will luster just as bright.

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The mighty oak that whispers in the breeze,

in many years will dim to ebony.

Our memory will hide among the leaves

of how we both lay in the grass this eve.

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Above some future lovers

there will blink a silver light,

and just as us they'll ponder on,

hands tightly intertwined.

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Just like tonight, spring in the air,

Orion will ignite

and maybe as I did today

the girl will softly say:

"Look at the beauty, I could for hours,

look at the flicker of all its seven stars."

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In many years when we are both long gone,

Orion's belt will still keep shining on.

Kiss me again for many many years

This "Slovene chanson" by notorious lover of cats Svetlana Makarovič is a grim outlook on humanity, typical of Makarovič's adult poetry and songs. The playfulness she also exhibits in this song is especially prominent in her writing for children. Her outspoken attitude (for example, making the communist red star a symbol that follows her everywhere, openly and harshly criticising the Catholic Church, barring children from her poetry readings, etc) caused her to be a controversial figure in Slovene culture, but remains without a doubt one of the most important writers in Slovene history. My translation of the title is "The Eyes of a Cat".

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This is my translation of the lyrics:

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Those watching man's spats through the eyes of a cat

know best what humanity's like,

'cause cats are aware that people don't care

and that they have no kindness to spare,

dishonest, deceitful and cunning,

just seemingly loyal and loving,

those watching man's spats through the eyes of a cat

know best that they're liars and brats.

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Althought there are some on our generous Earth,

who revel in cats' company,

although there are some on our generous Earth,

whose absence would bring me to tears,

I fall for the same old advances,

the promises, sweet talk and glances,

but then I just shrug off those feelings and grin,

hearts are too few and far too between.

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And when you release whispers into my ear

to swear that you love me the most,

believing you know me the best, but I fear - 

the truth that you speak is a ghost,

the words that you offer are hollow,

the moments I crave you don't follow,

we suddenly change and you're leaving me flat,

I see you through the eyes of a cat.

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Those watching man's spats through the eyes of a cat

have already figured them out,

and all of the lies man hides under his hat

are crushed by a simple cat's "meow" -

we could've sat down, maybe during

we could've talked only through purring,

but people prove time after time to me that