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.
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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.
PS.
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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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Saturday, 11 February 2012
trist daca nu era putin am uzant
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Ca-n viata.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
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.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Da' e ok, daca nu stii cine-s chiar n-ai de ce plati.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
El are, dar tu judecata? Ca ce mai de probleme...
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.