Reacting To Sur Austru's Cel Din Urmă
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- čas přidán 22. 08. 2024
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here is a translation of the lyrics:
Cel din urmă (The last one)
Old man with shrewd gaze,
Age bent,
With seven heavy crags,
Burdening his soul,
On a high mountain peak,
He measures the horizon.
The bark on his forehead,
Wrinkled by his thoughts.
A long time ago,
The world in which he lived, had gone.
He is a breed of solomonar,
His soul has almost departed.
A glorious lad in his youth,
with fierce power,
like a spark from the sun,
fed only with honey,
he rode the clouds,
Striking with his whip,
Crop fields and gardens,
The roundness of the earth.
The old man is now wandering,
And is the last of his kind,
Abandoned centuries ago,
By his long-horned dragons.
Those times are now gone,
Just like him and his law.
What is his purpose in this world?
Now that there’s no more good in it...
These thoughts were crossing the sage’s mind
(as he was) pained and full of sorrow,
And now, on the snowy peak,
He is a theosophist with no purpose...
A vivid howl is splitting
The frozen air.
And a shadow is rising
Of a gray, frenzied wolf
With icy fire in its eyes,
And fangs of steel,
It is as big as a headland,
And the clouds are its mantle.
The depraved were weeping,
When they took a look at him,
They promised favors,
But they were whimpering in vain.
He held the balance of justice in his hands,
And he judged rightfully,
Were it a man or a woman,
In Themisis name! It didn't matter!
He seeked rightfulness in the world,
A man’s right word.
He punished those:
Whose word meant nothing,
Those who were spineless,
Spirited mud,
Cold blooded crawlers,
Parasitic scum.
(the wolf speaks) ‘Come with me then,
And I will teach you
The pure craftsmanship of beasts
And all of my secrets.
You will be twinned
With every pure-hearted being,
With all the lineages of the beasts,
From all the corners of the earth.
You will feed the Finix (Phoenix)
And fly (ride) the Zgripsor (Gryphon),
You will milk the Aspida (giant lizard-like creature from the Romanian mythology),
And harvest its venom into a jug.
You will groom the Licorn (Unicorn),
You will water the Zimbru (Aurochs),
You will give after-grass to the Pil (elephant-like creature from the Romanian mythology),
And comb the Glycon (fantastic serpent with long hair from the Romanian mythology)’
(the solomonar speaks) ‘Thank you wolf,
You offer me a pure living,
But I don’t yearn for life,
Nor sufferings nor passions.
I’ll remain here on the cliff,
And I will slowly transform
Into a breathless form,
Into time’s seal.’
Mulțumesc mult pentru ajutor cu traducerea. Am avut o perioadă dificilă să-mi rezolv singur, deoarece româna mea nu este foarte bună în acest moment. 🇸🇪🇷🇴🍺👍🙂
@@olalundqvist3080 I was trying to give you a google document with the rest of the translations, was (probably automatically) deleted both times. Anyway, here they are:
Taina (The mistery)
If you’re kind and forbearing,
He spares you from hailstone;
If you’re a villain,
You won’t gain anything.
On the ridge of the Trascău mountain,
A great flood ravages.
Black air
Between ridges,
Dragon-clouds roll downhill.
The trueborns gather the flock.
The women gather the children.
Made of dirt and thunderstorm,
The wind digs into the stone.
He took of (flying) from the frozen lake,
Riding the serpent-dragon,
Appearing from between the dams,
To uncoil the hurricane.
Here comes the solomonar
With litany and axe,
With his birch-made girdle,
And the curse held in his bridle.
The solomonar prevailed
In restraining the dragon,
The rain showers have dispersed,
The streams have gone downhill.
The raindrops and the wind are cold,
And fate is now unfolding,
The sky is like a counterpane,
Cracking like a rod.
The solomonar swoops back,
He swoops back to the peaks,
With the monstrosity in his harness,
He fulfilled the fate, again.
Land of the bucium (Trembita),
He who dances on you shall live,
Dance on it, you Buciumi inhabitants, (village in Maramureș, Transylvania)
So that we won’t lose it over the ages.
As long as the Buciumi lineage carries on,
Everything is grand and “bogan”, (bogan=big, bearded and learned people)
As long as the Moți lineage carries on, (Moți county=region in Transylvania)
Everything is grand and proud.
@@olalundqvist3080 Cânt adânc (Deep song)
Weary from so much sorcery and weakened by so much grace,
He creeps towards the cave. It's hard uphill, it's hard downhill.
Resting in the shade of a sycamore, regaining his strengths,
There passes a cart with oxes, whipped by a mountain man (shepherd).
The solomonar is deeply asleep, engulfed by dreams.
Without a whisper, without quarrel, the solomonar ascended.
And jesting and joking, the wizard fell asleep.
Curious and unwitting, the shepherd laid his eyes on the knapsack.
And of all the things therein, he took out the book of solomance.
Our man, the solomonar, is dreaming, fallen deep into his sleep.
Carefully, the shepherd can now glance through the book.
But just after thirteen letters, the enchantment comes to life.
Oxes, shepherd, cart and all else, quickly rose towards the sky.
The lad awakens instantly and takes the book into his hands.
He starts praying, overturning the stanzas.
@@olalundqvist3080 Caloianul (ancient Romanian incantation)
Iene, iene, Caloiene,
Travel to the skies and demand
That they open their gates
And pour the rains.
Let the streams flow
All day and night,
So that the crops can grow,
All day and night.
Iani, Iani, Caloiani,
Take the sky’s torches.
Open the gates
And unleash the rains.
As our tears flow,
Let the rain flow.
Iene, Iene, Scaloiene,
We buried you at such a young age.
In the dense forest,
With a grieved heart.
In the sparse forest,
With a sour heart.
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come…
To open the gates,
So that the rains can pour,
So that the streams can flow,
So that the creeks can fill.
Ene, Ene, Scaloiene!
Since there hasn’t been rain,
The wheat has dried.
It has dried and it is saddened,
Since there hasn’t been any rain.
Ene, Ene, Ene, Ene!
@@olalundqvist3080 Ucenicii din Hârtop I (Disciples from the cavern I)
In the third month of the year, in the month of germination,
When the snows melt and the torrents return.
He descends to the hamlets and rummages the hovels,
In his white habit, (he is) a kind of solomonar,
He’s looking for children born with a caul,
Every one of them, enclosed in this veil.
Seven children with this distinguishing mark.
Seven children, seven-years-old,
They have a long journey ahead of them,
The journey to the cavern they will make.
This fate is sealed for the one who’ll be the best.
Hitman is a great song. There's a cool video of the music to the movie The Professional with Gary Oldman somewhere floating around on CZcams.
I will be joining Mike B in the Polite Pass room on this one. Can someone bring us some drinks??? 😹
This is going to be a polite pass from me.