Երաժշտական պոեզիա

[Philosopher]

Այս թեմայում տեղադրում ենք այն երգերի բառերը, որոնք իրական, ճշմարիտ պոեզիա են, որոնք առանց երաժշտության էլ ունեն իրենց երաժշտությունը: Ժամանակակից երաժշտական պոեզիայի տոտալ ամլացման շրջանում, երբ բառերը դարձել են անկյանք, տափակ երաժշտության ծուռումուռ մասնակիցները, արժե իրական երաժշտական պոեզիա կարդալ ու հասկանալ, որ իրական երաժշտություն առանց խորը երաժշտական պոեզիայի չի լինում:

[Ra$Ta]

Gorky Park - Stranger


Stranger next to me have I seen your face
Stranger, tell me, please, have I seen this place
Oh, stranger, you’re so close
I can hold your hand
I’m a stranger, oh just like you, don’t you understand, oh
Silence stopped the time
I can hear your heart
Glimmer of your eyes reach me from the dark
I’m dreaming or maybe not
Clothing’s falling down
All matters we’re giving up
Cause nothing matters now
Oh, stranger

R. Between the wall and face to face, oh stranger,
We won’t have another chance, oh stranger,
There won’t be another night

Flowers on the floor all around your hair
Morning at the door I don’t think you care
You whisper in my ear
Shiver in my arms
Don’t let it stop don’t go away
Reaming in your eyes
Oh, stranger

R. x2

We could alive
Oh, stranger, with me tonight
You’re stranger, with me all night
My stranger x2
We could alive

[Grieg]

թախիծ կա մեջը...

ԿԻԼԻԿԻԱ (Киликия)
Խոսք` Ն. Ռուսինյանի, երաժշտ. Գ.Երանյանի
(слова Н. Русиняна муз. Г. Ераняна)

Երբոր բացվին դռներն հուսո,
Եվ մեր երկրեն փախ տա ձմեռ,
Չքնաղ երկիրն մեր Արմենիո, -
Երբ փայլե յուր քաղցրիկ օրեր.
Երբոր ծիծառն իր բույն դառնա,
Երբոր ծառերն հագնին տերև`
Ցանկամ տեսնել զիմ Կիլիկիա,
Աշխարհ, որ ինձ ետուր արև:

Տեսի դաշտերըն Սուրիո,
Լյառն Լիբանան և յուր մայրեր.
Տեսի զերկիրըն Իտալիո,
Վենետիկ և յուր գոնդոլներ.
Կղզի, նման չիք մեր Կիմպրիա
Եվ ո'չ մեկ վայրն է արդարև
Գեղեցիկ քան զիմ Կիլիկիա,
Աշխարհ` որ ինձ ետուր արև:

Հասակ մը կա մեր կենաց մեջ,
ՈՒր ամենայն իղձ կավարտի.
Հասակ մը, ուր հոգին ի տենչ`
Հիշատակաց յուր կարոտի.
Հորժամ քնարս իմ ցրտանա,
Սիրույն տալով վերջին բարև`
Երթամ ննջել հիմ Կիլիկիա,
Աշխարհ` որ ինձ ետուր արև:

[Black Orchid]

Երաժշտությունն ու օրիգինալ ֆրանսերեն տեքստը ("Ne Me Quitte Pas")` Jacques Brel-ի
Անգլերեն տեքստի հեղինակ` Rod McKuen

Շատ կատարողներ են երգել այս հրաշալի ու արդեն դասական դարձած երգը, սակայն ամենահաջողն ու մնայունն, ըստ իս, Shirley Bassey-ի կատարումն է (1967):

Մեկնաբանություններն ավելորդ են:


If You Go Away

If you go away on this summer day
Then you might as well take the sun away
All the birds that flew in a summer sky
And our love was new and our hearts were high

When the day was young, and the night was long
And the moon stood still for the night bird's song...

If you go away...
if you go away...
if you go away...

But if you stay I'll make you a day
Like no day has been or will be again
We'll sail on the sun, we'll ride on the rain
We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind...

But if you go, I'll understand
Leave me just enough love to hold in my hand...

If you go away...
if you go away...
if you go away...

If you go away, as I know you must
There'll be nothing left in the world to trust
Just an empty room full of empty space
Like the empty look I see on your face

Can I tell you now as you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly 'till your next hello.

If you go away...
if you go away...
if you go away...

But if you stay, I'll make you a night
Like no night has been,or will be again
I'll sail on your smile, I'll ride on your touch
I'll talk to your eyes, that I love so much...

But if you go, I won't cry
For the good has gone from the world goodbye...

If you go away...
if you go away...
if you go away...

[Փորփրուկ]

QUEEN

Is This the World We Created...?

Just think of all those hungry mouths we have to feed,
Take a look at all the suffering we breed,
So many lonely faces scattered all around,
Searching for what they need.

Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law?
So it seems in the end
Is this what we're all living for today
The world that we created.

You know that everyday a helpless child is born,
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home,
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne,
Waiting for life to go by.

Is this the world we created, we made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated, right to the bone?
If there's a God in the sky looking down,
What can he think of what we've done
To the world that He created.

[Philosopher]

Pink Floyd

"The Final Cut"

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do
Would you sell your story to rolling stone
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone
Would you send me packing
Or would you take me home

Thought I had to bare my naked feelings
Thought I had to tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut

[Philosopher]

Pink Floyd

"Hey You!"

Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me ?
Hey you ! standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me ?
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you ! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me ?
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me ?
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone ?
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy
The Wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me ?
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me ?
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

[Philosopher]

Loreena McKennitt

Breaking the silence

I hear some distant drumbeat
A heartbeat pulsing low
It is coming from within
A heartbeat I don't know
A troubled heart knows no peace
A dark and poisoned pool
Of liberty now lost
A pawn an opressor's tool

Oh my heart must be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there's life within

A gunfire shatters silence
Where birds once sweetly sang
A mother cradles a child now dead
Now death where life began

From the troubled heart of South Africa
Nicaragua's festering sore
The turmoil on the streets of China
Death crying out for more

A change is slow in coming
My eyes can scarcely see
The rays of hope come streaming
Through the smoke of apathy

Oh my heart must be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there's life within

May the spirit never die
Though a troubled heart feels pain
When this long winter is over
It will blossom once again.

[Philosopher]

Loreena McKennitt

Dante's prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say
there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in
the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me

[Black Orchid]

The Wind That Shakes The Barley
Dead Can Dance

I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her the new
That made me think on Ireland dearly.
While soft the wind blew down the glade
and shook the golden barley.

T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In live's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.

But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley