Música grega (e das melhores): Roza, de Dimitris Mitropanos, com letra em inglês!
Pesquiso muito sobre as músicas boas gregas e sempre trombo com alguma canção que nunca envelhece. Quem aí não se emociona toda santa vez que escuta a voz nobre do Mitropanos? Eu me derreto!
Então, para aqueles que assim como eu não conseguem entender a letra por completo (e olha que falo grego) consegui encontrar a letra em inglês. Yes! E posto também uma versão ao vivo que é uma das minhas favoritas pois ele ainda faz os passos de zeibekiko no final. É demais 🙂
A letra há de ser sofrida e ainda assim, extremamente bela, como é um pouco de tudo que existe na Grécia. Divirtam-se: música de excelente qualidade e mais ainda, um pouco de consciência grega é tudo que precisamos para começar o fim de semana com o pé direito.
A tradução eu copiei de um fórum que discute letras de músicas gregas, então podem haver divergências, ok?
Ρόζα (versão em grego)
Τα χείλη μου ξερά και διψασμένα γυρεύουνε στην άσφαλτο νερό περνάνε δίπλα μου τα τροχοφόρα και συ μου λες μας περιμένει η μπόρα και με τραβάς σε καμπαρέ υγρό
Βαδίζουμε μαζί στον ίδιο δρόμο μα τα κελιά μας είναι χωριστά σε πολιτεία μαγική γυρνάμε δε θέλω πια να μάθω τι ζητάμε φτάνει να μου χαρίσεις δυο φιλιά
Με παίζεις στη ρουλέτα και με χάνεις σε ένα παραμύθι εφιαλτικό φωνή εντόμου τώρα ειν’ η φωνή μου φυτό αναρριχώμενο η ζωή μου με κόβεις και με ρίχνεις στο κενό
Πώς η ανάγκη γίνεται ιστορία πώς η ιστορία γίνεται σιωπή τι με κοιτάζεις Ρόζα μουδιασμένο συγχώρα με που δεν καταλαβαίνω τι λένε τα κομπιούτερς κι οι αριθμοί
Αγάπη μου από κάρβουνο και θειάφι πώς σ’ έχει αλλάξει έτσι ο καιρός περνάνε πάνω μας τα τροχοφόρα και γω μέσ’ στην ομίχλη και τη μπόρα κοιμάμαι στο πλευρό σου νηστικός
Πώς η ανάγκη γίνεται ιστορία πώς η ιστορία γίνεται σιωπή τι με κοιτάζεις Ρόζα μουδιασμένο συγχώρα με που δεν καταλαβαίνω τι λένε τα κομπιούτερς κι οι αριθμοί
Rosa (versão em inglês)
Your lips dry and thirsty searching for water on the asphalt the wheeled machines are running past me and you are telling me that the cloudburst awaits us and drawing me into a damp cabaret
We are walking down the same street together but our dungeons are separate we circle a magic city I no longer want to learn what it is we look for it’s enough if you give me just two kisses
you play me at roulette and lose me in a nightmare fairy tale now my voice is the voice of an insect my life an uprooted plant you cut me off and toss me into the void
How need turns into history how history turns into silence what are you looking at me for, Rosa, all numb forgive me for not understanding you what is the computers say, and the numbers?
My beloved, made of coal and sulphur, how can time have altered you so? the wheeled machines are running over us and I in the fog and in the rain am sleeping by your side, fasting
How need turns into history how history turns into silence what are you looking at me for, Rosa, all numb forgive me for not understanding you what is the computers say, and the numbers?
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