NEKAJ ČUDOVITIH PESMI / SOME WONDERFUL SONGS

© Duša, 2002; http://home.amis.net/mravlm

Oda radosti / Ode to Joy (An die Freude):

Friedrich Schiller, Ludwig van Beethoven

Dalija / Dahlia

Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuer-trunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt. Wem der große Wurf gelungen, Eines Freundes Freund zu sein, Wer ein holdes Weib errungen, Mische seinen Jubel ein! Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund! Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle Weinend sich aus diesem Bund! Freude trinken alle Wesen An den Brüsten der Natur; Alle Guten, alle Bösen Folgen ihrer Rosenspur. Küsse gab sie uns und Reben, Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod; Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben, Und der Cherub steht vor Gott. Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan, Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn, Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen. Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuer-trunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt. Seid umschlungen, Millionen! Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt! Brüder! über'm Sternenzelt Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen. Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen? Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt? Such ihn über'm Sternenzelt! Über Sternen muß er wohnen.

Joy, fair spark of the gods, Daughter of Elysium, Drunk with fiery rapture, Goddess, We approach thy shrine! Thy magic reunites those Whom stern custom has parted; All men will become brothers Under thy gentle wing. May he who has had the fortune To gain a true friend And he who has won a noble wife Join in our jubilation! Yes, even if he calls but one soul His own in all the world. But he who has failed in this Must steal away alone and in tears. All the world's creatures Draw joy from nature's breast; Both the good and the evil Follow her rose-strewn path. She gave us kisses and wine And a friend loyal unto death; She gave lust for life to the lowliest, And the Cherub stands before God. Joyously, as his suns speed Through Heaven's glorious order, Hasten, Brothers, on your way, Exulting as a knight in victory. Joy, fair spark of the gods, Daughter of Elysium, Drunk with fiery rapture, Goddess, We approach thy shrine! Thy magic reunites those Whom stern custom has parted; All men will become brothers Under thy gentle wing. Be embraced, Millions! Take this kiss for all the world! Brothers, surely a loving Father Dwells above the canopy of stars. Do you sink before him, Millions? World, do you sense your Creator? Seek him then beyond the stars! He must dwell beyond the stars.

Vir / Source: http://w3.rz-berlin.mpg.de/cmp/beethoven.html

Gaudeamus Igitur:

vers. C. W. Kindeleben 1781, trans. R. Masciantonio

Calendula

Gaudeamus igitur Juvenes dum sumus Post jucundum juventutem Post molestam senectutem Nos habebit humus.	Let us rejoice therefore While we are young. After a pleasant youth After a troublesome old age The earth will have us.
Ubi sunt qui ante nos In mundo fuere? Vadite ad superos Transite in inferos Hos si vis videre.	Where are they Who were in the world before us? You may cross over to heaven You may go to hell If you wish to see them.
Vita nostra brevis est Brevi finietur. Venit mors velociter Rapit nos atrociter Nemini parcetur.	Our life is brief It will be finished shortly. Death comes quickly Atrociously, it snatches us away. No one is spared.
Vivat academia Vivant professores Vivat membrum quodlibet Vivat membra quaelibet Semper sint in flore.	Long live the academy! Long live the teachers! Long live each male student! Long live each female student! May they always flourish!
Vivant omnes virgines Faciles, formosae. Vivant et mulieres Tenerae amabiles Bonae laboriosae.	Long live all maidens Easy and beautiful! Long live mature women also, Tender and loveable And full of good labor.
Vivant et republica et qui illam regit. Vivat nostra civitas, Maecenatum caritas Quae nos hic protegit.	Long live the State And the One who rules it! Long live our City And the charity of benefactors Which protects us here!
Pereat tristitia, Pereant osores. Pereat diabolus, Quivis antiburschius Atque irrisores.	Let sadness perish! Let haters perish! Let the devil perish! Let whoever is against our school Who laughs at it, perish! Vir / Source: http://www.newfoundations.com/Gaudeamus.html
Slovensko besedilo (Vir / Source: http://sl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaudeamus) Veselimo torej se, mlada nam je duša, veselimo torej se, mlada nam je duša, po prijetnostih mladosti, po nadložni bo starosti, vse nas krila ruša, vse nas krila ruša.
Naj žive profesorji, vsa akademija, naj žive profesorji, vsa akademija, ud naj slednji njen živi, naj živijo udje vsi, trajno naj cvetijo, trajno naj cvetijo.

Zdravljica / A Toast:

France Prešeren (prevedel / translated by: Janko Lavrin)

Vrtnica / Rose

Spet trte so rodile, prijat'lji, vince nam sladko, ki nam oživlja žile, srce razjasni in oko, ki utopi vse skrbi, v potrtih prsih up budi. Komu najpred veselo zdravljico, bratje, č'mo zapet'? Bog našo nam deželo, Bog živi ves slovenski svet, brate vse, kar nas je sinov sloveče matere! V sovražnike `z oblakov rodu naj naš'ga trešči grom! Prost, ko je bil očakov, naprej naj bo Slovencev dom; naj zdrobe njih roke si spone, ki jim še teže! Edinost, sreča, sprava k nam naj nazaj se vrnejo! Otrok, kar ima slava,, vsi naj si v roke sežejo, da oblast in z njo čast, ko pred, spet naša bosta last! Bog živi vas, Slovenke, prelepe, žlahtne rožice! Ni take je mladenke, ko naše je krvi dekle; naj sinov zarod nov iz vas bo strah sovražnikov! Mladen'či, zdaj se pije zdravljica vaša, vi naš up! Ljubezni domačije noben naj vam ne usmrti strup; ker po nas bode vas jo srčno branit' klical čas! Žive naj vsi narodi ki hrepene dočakat' dan, da koder sonce hodi, prepir iz sveta bo pregnan, da rojak prost bo vsak, ne vrag, le sosed bo mejak! Nazadnje še, prijat'lji, kozarec zase vzdignimo, ki smo zato se zbrat'li, ker dobro v srcu mislimo. Dokaj dni naj živi Bog, kar nas dobrih je ljudi!

The vintage, friends, is over, And here sweet wine makes, once again, Sad eyes and hearts recover, Puts fire into every vein. Drowns dull care Everywhere And summons hope out of despair. To whom with acclamation And song shall we our first toast give? God save our land and nation And all Slovenes where'er they live, Who own the same Blood and name, And who one glorious Mother claim. Let thunder out of heaven Strike down and smite our wanton foe! Now, as it once had thriven, May our dear realm in freedom grow. May fall the last Chains of the past Which bind us still and hold us fast! Let peace, glad conciliation, Come back to us throughout the land! Towards their destination Let Slavs henceforth go hand-in-hand! Thus again Will honour reign To justice pledged in our domain. To you, our pride past measure, Our girls! Your beauty, charm and grace! There surely is no treasure To equal maidens of such race. Sons you'll bear, Who will dare Defy our foe no matter where. Our hope now, our to-morrow - The youths - we toast and toast with joy. No poisonous blight or sorrow Your love of homeland shall destroy. With us indeed You're called to heed Its summons in this hour of need. God's blessing on all nations, Who long and work for that bright day, When o'er earth's habitations No war, no strife shall hold its sway; Who long to see That all men free No more shall foes, but neighbours be. At last to our reunion - To us the toast! Let it resound, Since in this gay communion By thoughts of brotherhood we're bound May joyful cheer Ne'er disappear From all good hearts now gathered here.

Vir / Source: http://www.uvi.si/eng/slovenia/insignia/anthem/text/

Internacionala / The International

Nagelj / Carnation

Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.

No more deluded by reaction

On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

No saviour from on high delivers

No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E'er the thieves will out with their booty
And give to all a happier lot.
Each at the forge must do their duty
And we'll strike while the iron is hot.

Vir / Source: http://www.marxists.org/history/ussr/sounds/lyrics/internat.htm

Marseljeza / La Marseillaise

Hibiskus / Hibiscus

I Allons enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé. Contre nous de la tyranie, L'étendard sanglant est levé (bis) Entendez vous dans les campagnes mugir ces féroces soldats Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras, égorger vos fils, vos compagnes Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons! Marchons, marchons, qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons. II Que veut cette horde d'esclaves De traîtres, de Roi conjurés? Pour qui ces ignobles entraves, Ces fers dès longtemps préparés? (bis) Français! pour nous, ah! quel outrage! Quels transports il doit exciter! C'est nous qu'on ose méditer De rendre à l'antique esclavage! III Quoi! des cohortes étrangères Feraient la loi dans nos foyers! Quoi! ces phalanges mercenaires Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers! (bis) Grans Dieu! par des mains enchaînées Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient De vils despotes deviendraient Les maîtres de nos destinées! IV Tremblez, tyrans! et vous, perfides, L'opprobe de tous les partis, Tremblez! vos projets parricides Vont enfin recevoir leur prix (bis) Tout est soldat pour vous combattre, S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros, La terre en produit de nouveaux Contre vous tout prêts à se battre V Français! en guerriers magnanimes Portez ou retenez vos coups. Epargnez ces tristes victimes A regret s'armant contre nous. (bis) Mais le despote sanguinaire, Mais les complices de Bouillé, Tous ces tigres qui sans pitié Déchirent le sein de leus mère. VI Nous entrerons dans la carrière, Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus Nous y trouverons leur poussière Et les traces de leurs vertus. (bis) Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre Que de partager leur cercueil, Nous aurons le sublime orgueil De les venger ou de les suivre. VII Amour Sacré de la Patrie Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs! Liberté, Liberté chérie! Combats avec tes défenseurs! (bis) Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents! Que tes ennemis expirant Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire.

I Arise children of the fatherland The day of glory has arrived Against us tyranny's Bloody standard is raised Listen to the sound in the fields The howling of these fearsome soldiers They are coming into our midst To cut the throats of your sons and consorts To arms citizens Form you battalions March, march Let impure blood Water our furrows II What do they want this horde of slaves Of traitors and conspiratorial kings? For whom these vile chains These long-prepared irons? Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage What methods must be taken? It is we they dare plan To return to the old slavery! III What! These foreign cohorts! They would make laws in our courts! What! These mercenary phalanxes Would cut down our warrior sons Good Lord! By chained hands Our brow would yield under the yoke The vile despots would have themselves be The masters of destiny IV Tremble, tyrants and traitors The shame of all good men Tremble! Your parricidal schemes Will receive their just reward Against you we are all soldiers If they fall, our young heros France will bear new ones Ready to join the fight against you V Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors Bear or hold back your blows Spare these sad victims Who with regret are taking up arms against us But not these bloody despots These accomplices of Bouillé All these tigers who pitilessly Are ripping open their mothers' breasts VI We shall enter into the pit When our elders will no longer be there There we shall find their ashes And the mark of their virtues We are much less jealous of surviving them Than of sharing their coffins We shall have the sublime pride Of avenging or joining them VII Sacred Love for the Fatherland Lead and support our avenging arms Liberty, cherished liberty Join the struggle with your defenders Under our flags, let victory hasten to you virile (or manly) force So that in death your enemies See your triumph and our glory!

Vir / Source: http://www.thenationalanthems.com/country/france.htm

Janez Menart 1929-2004 (in Slovene); http://www.sanje.si/avtorji.php?avtorId=10:

Ingver / Ginger

Ljubi kruhek Ko še pleničke sem zlatil, lepo pri mamici sem pil in nisem se prav nič boril za ljubi kruhek. Ko drsal šolske sem klopi, spoznal sem: mnogo je ljudi in vsak peha se in poti za ljubi kruhek. Ko trezno sem v življenje zrl, sem vse bolj redko z njim se sprl in marsikaj molče požrl za ljubi kruhek. Ko sem polagoma starel, za dom in ženo sem skrbel in mnogo lumparij počel za ljubi kruhek. Ko se mi je že zgrbil stas, mi trebuh visel je čez pas kot jasen in vabljiv oglas za ljubi kruhek. Na grob je vklesal kamnosek: Ta, ki tu gnije, ni bil pek, a glej, preživel je svoj vek za ljubi kruhek.	Če bil bi (Travestija po C. Angiolieriju) Če bi bil ogenj, bi razvnel ljudi. Če bil bi veter, bi skrbi pregnal. Če bil bi voda, vino bi postal. Če bil bi bog, bi rekel, da me ni. Če bil bi papež, kar nerad bi bil, iz hudobije papež bi ostal. Če bil bi kralj, bi Engelsa prebral in legel v grob in prav marljivo gnil. Če bil bi Smrt, bi se pri priči ustrelil. Če bi Življenje bil, bi skonzerviral sam sebe in se med ljudi razdelil. bi rad v tem času spet živel in tod. bi ženskam vsa mazala rekviriral, zrcala pa za jezo jim pustil.
In če ... In če to stvarstvo sploh ne more v mere, ki vanje tlači ga človeški duh? Če so sistemi, sklepanja in vere le strah pred ničem, spretno skrit v napuh? Če Bog z nesmrtno dušo se ne rima, če Bog in duša sta le plod idej? Če Bog res je, a človek duše nima? Če snov ni mrtva in je duša v njej? ...	Molitev ... Zato ne pravim, da te ni, in ne, da si – kje je dokaz? Zakaj mi skrit je tvoj obraz? Daj znamenje! Čemu ga ni? Morda zahtevaš slepo vero? A, glej, če si me ti ustvaril, ti sam razum si mi podaril, ki vse preverja s svojo mero. ...
Dvom Vse je. Vse ni. Vse je in ni. Kaj je? Kaj ni? O, dvom! ... Pokvečene vizije, skažene iluzije, zverižen, šepast svet. ...	Atlant ... Ko me pogoltne noč, dajte mi pravo ime – ali besedo SRCE ali MOČ.
Romanca Kar zdaj objemaš, bo nekoč segnilo, kot ukazuje zakon vseh teles. zamrlo bo, razpadlo in segnilo... grdo se čuje, vendarle je res. ... Ljudje rode se in svoj bežni čas žele čim bolj popolno preživeti, zato se najdejo, kot ti in jaz, zato so srečni, če jim mesec sveti.	Oda ... In v mavricah je zažarelo drevje in sonce je ozelenelo v klicah in v iskrah rose blisnil smeh zvezda in po ljubezni vzdihnilo vejevje in na žareče pisanih gredicah je spet vzcvetel rdeči cvet srca.
Sonet Ko trezno mislim, dobro vem, gospa, da niste takšni, kot ste v moji sanji, da ste vse bolj tuzemski in vsakdanji, le ena izmed žensk tega sveta. Prav dobro vem, da ste le ogledalo, ki mi podobe lastnih upov kaže, ki mu verjamem, če mi je lagalo, samo zato, ker mi prijetno laže. A ker mi že ta zemeljska lepota je zameglila trezni vid srca, da v njej zdaj svoje lastne sanje snubim, in ker mi je prijetna ta slepota in ker v resnici lepi ste, gospa, se ne jezite, če vas ljubim.	Na svoj petinštirideseti rojstni dan Vse bistvo vseh teh mojih let v vrsticah dveh lahko podam: od zunaj me je žrl svet, a znotraj sem se sam.
Antena ... Tako je s čustvi. Svet leži pred nami sam zase, stvaren in zastrt očem; in če ni v duši iskre, ki ga vzdrami, ostane zmerom stvaren, pust in nem. ...	Exegi monumentum ... Zahvaljena, o, Muza, za trenutke, ko vid duha v temi blisk pesmi uzre, ko dvoje rim se kliče skoz občutke, se išče, najde in za zmeraj spne.

Vir / Source: Janez Menart: Pesmi, Zbirka Živi pesniki, DZS, Ljubljana 1981.

William Shakespeare: Sonnet CXXX

Medenika / Beebalm

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red:

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath than from my mistrees reeks.

I love to hear her speak; yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound:

I grant I never saw a goddess go,

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

France Prešeren: iz Poezij / from Poezije (in Slovene)

Lotos / Lotus

Iz srca svoje so kali pognale Mokrocveteče rož'ce poezije. Jim ti iz oči pošlji žarke mile, In gnale bodo nov cvet bolj veselo.

Sem dolgo upal in se bal, slovo sem upu, strahu dal; srce je prazno, srečno ni, nazaj si up in strah želi.

Vir / Source: France Prešeren: Poezije

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