zegar stary

Edward Lamson Henry

(1841 – 1919)

The Old Clock on the Stairs

Ten zegar stary niby świat
Kuranty ciął jak z nut
Zepsuty wszakże od stu lat
Nakręcać próżny trud.
Lecz jeśli niespodzianie
Ktoś obcy tutaj stanie,
Pan zegar, gdy zapieje kur,
Dmie w rząd przedętych rur.
Dziś zbudzi cię
Koncercik taki.
Boisz się?
 Nie!
Zażyj tabaki.

Te wielkie malowidła dwa,
Na względzie waszeć miej.
 Miecznika praprababka ta,

Ta praprababką tej.
Przy obcych w nocnej dobie,
 Te praprababki obie
Wyłażą z ram, gdy pieje kur
I nuż w zacięty spór.
Niejednym się już
Dały we znaki.
Strach Waści?
Nie!
Zażyj tabaki.

Aria Skołuby

z III aktu opery "Straszny dwór"

Stanisława Moniuszki

Alain Souchon - "À cause d'elle"

Ecoutez ma chanson comme elle est jolie à cause d'elle
Ecoutez, le secret de la mélodie ça vient d'elle
La chanter, c'est dans mes deux bras l'enlacer et rester
Comprenez pour la vie puisque notre vie doit passer
Ecoutez ma chanson comme elle est jolie à cause d'elle
Ecoutez, le secret de la mélodie ça vient d'elle

Ecoutez, c'est ma main dans ses cheveux qui vous enchante
Ecoutez, sa bouche avec les baisers que je vous chante
Savez-vous que ma chanson est aussi le rendez-vous
De ma joue avec sa joue qui me fait un effet doux
Ecoutez, c'est ma main dans ses cheveux qui vous enchante
Ecoutez, sa bouche avec les baisers que je vous chante
Comprenez, dans les violons, les violoncelles
Qu'elle s'éloigne et qu'une mélancolie nous accompagne
Quand elle part, on n'entend plus ni la voix ni la guitare
Et après, il n'y a plus que le silence et le regret

Dans mon air, il y a les miroirs que sont leurs beaux yeux clairs
Leurs yeux clairs, où les hommes se regardent et se repèrent
Et moi-même, en chantant cet air je ne suis plus le même
Ca fait comme si j'étais redevenu un beau jeune homme
Dans mon air, il y a les miroirs que sont leurs beaux yeux clairs
Leurs yeux clairs, où les hommes se regardent et se repèrent

Ecoutez ma chanson comme elle est jolie à cause d'elle
Ecoutez, le secret de la mélodie ça vient d'elle.

Na marginesie: Zatrzymany kadr filmu nie jest moim wyborem, nie moja estetyka, stanowczo złapałabym inny moment.

Howard Jones - "Hide and Seek"

Urocze starocie, z 1983 roku.

There was a time when there was nothing at all
Nothing at all, just a distant hum
There was a being and he lived on his own
He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do
He drew up the plans, learnt to work with his hands
A million years passed by and his work was done
And his words were these...

Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it, hope you find it
Hope you find me in you

So she had built her elaborate home
With its ups and its downs, its rains and its sun
She decided that her work was done, time to have fun
And she found a game to play

Then as part of the game
She completely forgot where shed hidden herself
And she spent the rest of her time
Trying to find the parts

Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it, hope you find it
Hope you find me in you

There was a time when there was nothing at all, nothing at all
Just a distant hum

Howard Jones i jego piosenki

Czy ktoś to jeszcze pamięta?



Elegy

Please don't look at me this way
I am from the same seed as you
Take me back to the womb
I am weary of this life
Don't believe in my eyes
Don't believe in my mind
Don't believe in right or wrong
Don't believe in cruel or kind
But all this talk is only poetry
Only as true as we would believe
We must live to fight the negative
Not to court the self in defeat oh oh oh oh
In defeat oh oh oh oh
Oh the pain of life is sweet
Is it wrong to long for death?
Must I cling to the thrills of life
Ash to ash and dust to dust
But all this talk is only poetry
Only as true as we would believe
We must live to fight the negative
Not court the self in defeat oh oh oh oh
In defeat oh oh oh oh
You have looked at me this way
We are all from the same seed
Take us forward through the tomb
There's no finish to a life

What Is Love


I love you whether or not you love me
I love you even if you think that I don't.
Sometimes I find you doubt my love for you but I don't mind.
Why should I mind?
Why should I mind?

What is love anyway?
Does anybody love anybody anyway?
What is love anyway?
Does anybody love anybody anyway?

Can anybody love anyone so much that they will never fear
Never worrynever be sad?
The answer is they cannot love this muchnobody can.
This is why I don't mind you doubting.

What is love anyway?

And maybe love is letting people be just what they want to be
The door always must be left unlocked.
To love when circumstance may lead someone away from you
And not to spend the time just doubting.

What is love anyway?