Muzica sufletului meu

Nu mai este un secret pentru nimeni ca eu iubesc patimas tot ce tine de Grecia, greci , mare, insule, cultura,oameni, dar mai ales muzica lor.Nu muzica aia care seamana cu manelele noastre, ci muzica de inima albastra, muzica care are niste versuri de iti dai drumu’la sange daca ai vreo deceptie in dragoste.Unul dintre astfel de cantece,  pe care eu le iubesc mult, mult, este cantat de Giannis Ploutarhos.

Si pe Giannis Ploutarhos il ascult de cand aveam 22 ani, adica de 17 ani.Mie mi se pare ca are o voce sensitiva cum rar gasesti la un barbat, o voce care mie imi patrunde in cele mai ascunse cotloane ale sufletului si il fac sa vibreze intr-un fel special in care numai muzica greceasca a reusit s-o faca, dintre atatea alte muzici pe care le-am ascultat si le ascult .

Melodia se numeste „Vom vorbi de dimineata” iar mai jos am pus o traducere in engleza pentru a va face o idee de ce ador cantecele lor.Exprima ceva, fiecare cantec este o poveste, daca inchizi ochii si asculti si intelegi cuvintele, poti vedea cu ochii mintii filmul melodiei.

O sambata frumoasa sa aveti !

 

We’ll Talk In The Morning

I’ll show you the lyrics,
that I’m purposefully hiding from you,
so they can fall like leaves,
I’m possibly going to leave
So your sad soul,
can see with a different eye,
since it sees a small scratch,
as a deep wound

I’ll bring you memories,
that are more valuable,
that you lock up in drawers,
and ignore their strength
And when the years will be gone also
and you still want me the same,
Your small wrinkles,
will seem like a pentagram to me

And if sometimes, unintentionally,
I drip poison onto you,
I couldn’t ever trade you,
for other treasures, my love
It’s past 3, go to sleep
We’ll talk in the morning
Remember, I dedicated,

an entire life to you
To be here with you,
that’s what I was born for,
so be quiet and go to sleep
We’ll talk in the morning

I’ll show you your limits,
and sides to my durability,
we won’t escape to areas of the desert,
because of a word,
And I’ll show you a place,
that I found for us,
and it only appears before me,
when you kiss me

I’ll bring you promises,
that not even dust has touched,
so this story with the cold sheets,
can be over
And if the mirror plays games with you,
look into my eyes,
I will always love,
these imperfections, the same

And if sometimes, unintentionally,
I drip poison onto you,
I couldn’t ever trade you,
for other treasures, my love

It’s past 3, go to sleep
We’ll talk in the morning
Remember, I dedicated,
an entire life to you
To be here with you,
that’s what I was born for,
so be quiet and go to sleep
We’ll talk in the morning