O frío e a noite cobrirían a terra, e a alma
afundiriase na miseria, de os bos deuses
non enviaren de cando en vez ao mundo
a tais adoescentes para remozar
a murcha vida dos homes.
FRIEDRICH HÖLDERLIN
Por sempre mozo
Bob Dylan
Que deus che abenzoe e protexa sempre
E teus desexos se fagan realidade
Que mires sempre polos outros
E permitas aos outros miraren por ti.
Que construas tua esqueira ás estrelas
E subas cada chanzo
Que fiques por sempre mozo,
Por sempre mozo, por sempre mozo.
Que medres para seres virtuoso,
E medres para seres auténtico
Que sempre coñezas a verdade
E vexas luz ao teu redor.
Que teñas sempre coraxe,
Sexas firme e afouto
Que fiques por sempre mozo,
Por sempre mozo, por sempre mozo.
Que tuas maos sempre teñan tarefa
E teus pés se movan bulideiros
Que teñas fortes fundamentos
Para cando o vento vire súpeto
Que teu corazón estexa sempre ledo
E túa cantiga sexa sempre cantada
Que fiques por sempre mozo,
Por sempre mozo, por sempre mozo.
Que fiques por sempre mozo.
1 comentário:
Love Minus Zero/No Limits
Bob Dylan
"My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
"My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing."
Abraço!
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