Big Rock Candy Mountain

Wednesday, 08 February, Year 4 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

Stiti voi cum americanii is tipii astia harnici (nu ca noi) carora le place munca (nu ca noi) si nu stau ca tiganii (deci nu ca noi) sa se scarpine-n locuri visind la chestii. Stiti ?

Stiti. Bun. Da-i fals. Ca sa ilustrez banalitatea falsitatii asteia va redau dinjos un cintecel popular mai vechi decit Lincoln (tradatorul de neam si tara) dupa toate probabilitatile.

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Intr-o seara cit soarele apunea si focul de tabara ardea
Pe poteca-n jos venea un vagabond si-a zis eu nu ma-ntorc
Ci merg spre-un tarm departe tare pe linga fintinile de clestar
Asa ca hai cu mine si-om vedea Marii Munti de Zahar Candel
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Prin Marii Munti de Zahar Candel e-o tara alba si stralucitoare
Unde pomenile cresc prin tufe si se doarme-afara-n orice seara
Unde vagoanele de marfa-s mereu goale si soarele straluceste mereu deasupra
Pasarilor si albinelor si pomilor de tigari
Izvoarelor de limonada unde cinta sticleti
Prin Marii Munti de Zahar Candel
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel toti politaii au picioare de lemn
Si ciinii dinti de cauciuc si gainile pun oua gata fierte moi.
Pomii fermierilor sunt plini de fructe si hambarele pline de fin
Ah, tre' sa ma duc unde nu este zapada,
Unde ploaia nu cade si vintul nu bate,
In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel nu-ti schimbi sosetele niciodata
Si piriiase de alcool vin clipocind printre pietre
Controlorii tre' sa te salute si politia feroviara-i oarba
E-un lac de tocana si-un lac de tuica linga el
Poti sa te plimbi pe ele intr-o barca mare
In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel inchisorile-s facute din cositor
Asa ca poti sa pleci afara de-ndata ce-ai intrat
Nu exista lopeti, nu exista securi sau tirnacoape
Voi sta acolo unde dormi toata ziua
Unde l-au spinzurat pe magarul de-a inventat munca
In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains Asa ca v-oi vedea pe toti in toamna ce vine in In Marii Munti de Zahar Candel

    Aveti aici interpretarea care mie-mi pare canonica, a lui Harry McClintock. Pe mine ma buseste plinsul mai de cite ori o ascult. Om batrin, deh.


      The punk rolled up his big blue eyes
      And said to the jocker, "Sandy,
      I've hiked and hiked and wandered too,
      But I ain't seen any candy.
      I've hiked and hiked till my feet are sore
      And I'll be damned if I hike any more
      To be buggered sore like a hobo's whore
      In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
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    16 Responses

    1. Flaviu-Luchian`s avatar
      Flaviu-Luchianinsigna de criptograf 
      Saturday, 11 February 2012

      trist daca nu era putin am uzant

    2. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
      Mircea Popescu 
      Saturday, 11 February 2012

      Ca-n viata.

    3. de ce e pe bani blogul asta? nu am gasit un cv al d-voastra si incerc doar sa-mi dau seama de domeniul de expertiza si realizarile (culturale, stiintifice etc...) d-voastra pana in prezent, ca sa stiu daca platesc sau nu. va multumesc. un cv postat undeva ar fi poate ok.

    4. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
      Mircea Popescu 
      Wednesday, 17 April 2013

      Da' e ok, daca nu stii cine-s chiar n-ai de ce plati.

    5. El are, dar tu judecata? Ca ce mai de probleme...

    6. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
      Mircea Popescu 
      Monday, 28 September 2020

      Meanwhile the original youtube link "stopped working", for whatever fucking usual reasons ; so I made the file local ; and fuck platforms.

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