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A wonderful story

The stars are starting to sift,
The sun is going to sleep,
The chicks are gathering in their nests
Whispering 'good night'
 
The moon is going on the trail,
Spreading pearls,
She starts a story
How it was but now it isn't...
 
(chores)
A wonderful story,
Says that there once were,
Over nine seas and countries,
Beautiful fairies and nobles.
Where flowers share their thoughts,
The sky and the earth laugh
Where the sun and the moon
Are braiding their garland
 
The night comes with stories
To me, to you,
Where handsome heroes, on horseback's,
Are adventuring towards the sun.
Where the frog is a queen
In a silky gown,
Where the cunning fox
Left the bear without a tail.
 
(chorus)
 
Look slowly it's turning to night time
The moon is watching over the world,
Gnomes with lanters
Are calling bed time.
 
Where flowers share their thoughts,
The sky and the earth laugh
Where the sun and the moon
Are braiding their garland...
 
Are braiding their garland...
 

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Zapada in Decembrie!

Vers 1
Du-ma catre stele, de eu 'ma prabusesc'
Nu ma lasa din nou , e noapte la a mea usa
Du-ma catre stele, cand eu 'cad'
Gandind al meu suflet sa-l vindeci!
 
Refren
Eu visez sa-mi amintesc, aceea ninsoare din decembrie
Ochii cei plini de stralucire mi-i pot aminti ...
Al tau zambet , neprefacut
Tot ce eu am nevoie sunt doar fulgi de nea si pomuleti de craciun
Clopoteii, de pana la plecarea ta
Singurul lucru ce eu mi-l pot aminti
Zapada asternandu-se peste a mea inima.....Decembrie!!!
 
Vers2
Ridica-ma ca sa pot lumina sa o vad
Eu pot vedea un milion de stele, ce stralucesc asa de puternic
Ridica-ma, lumina sa o vad
Culorile de noaptea si timpul sunt asa stranse
 
Refren
Eu visez sa-mi amintesc, aceea ninsoare din decembrie
Ochii cei plini de stralucire mi-i pot aminti ...
Al tau zambet , neprefacut
Tot ce eu am nevoie e doar fulgi de nea si pomuleti de craciun
Clopoteii, de pana la plecarea ta
Singurul lucru ce eu mi-l pot aminti
Zapada asternandu-se peste a mea inima.....Decembrie!!!
 
Outro
Tot ce eu nevoie am sunt fulgi de nea si braduleti de craciun
Clopoteii, de pana la plecarea ta
Singurul lucru ce eu mi-l pot aminti
Zapada asternandu-se peste a mea inima.....Decembrie!!!
 
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The Heroic Cadets*

The cadets1 from the military school
are an example of heroism and honor,
they're at the service of the ( Fatherland;
they relinquish their souls and hearts to it.
 
They wrote their glorious tradition
with their blood defending Chapultepec2,
giving your life for your flag3
should be a duty for us all.
 
The cadets from the military school
are an example of heroism and honor,
they're at the service of the Fatherland;
they relinquish their souls and hearts to it.
 
May they forever live without your hearts,
the cadets from the military school:
Juan Escutia, De la Barrera4, Montes de Oca5, Márquez6 and Melgár7!.
 
  • 1. refers to the .
  • 2. these cadets died defending when US forces invaded in the 13 September 1847 during the Mexican-American War.
  • 3. not just to give your life for your country, but refers to the act of heroism by one of the boy cadets (Juan Escutia) who wrapped himself in the Mexican flag and jumped to his death from Chapultepec Castle to keep US forces from obtaining it.
  • 4. Juan de la Barrera
  • 5. Fernando Montes de Oca,
    SuárezVicente Suárez
  • 6. Francisco Márquez
  • 7. Agustín Melgar
  • No utilicen mis traducciones sin crédito o permiso. — Don't use my translations without credit or permission.

  • Tienen permiso de usar mis traducciones como base para hacer otras traducciones, pero solo en este sitio con crédito. — You have permission to use my translations as a base to make other translations, but only on this site and with credit.

  • Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation).
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Little Thread

The wind will come in the morning and
Will take away this pink dope and smoke
The wind will come in the morning and will tear the net
That you are sleeping in
 
How many crystal castles
Did we break to pieces
We kept running after happiness and
Pointlessly opened random peoples' souls wide open
 
I can't get enough of you (even when you're next to me)
Really can't get enough of you (I don't need anything more)
How strong and thin you are
Don't disappear, don't tear, little thread
 
The wind will come in the morning, it'll blow to dust these urgent erands
The wind will come in the morning and will rip the net: it'll move us to different corners. Heaven looks at us with its all-seeing eyes
I have nothing to ask of, only
Everything is fine and smooth with me, overall, only -
 
I can't get enough of you (even when you're next to me)
Really can't get enough of you (I don't need anything more)
How strong and thin you are
Don't disappear, don't tear, little thread
 
I can't get enough of you, really can't get enough of you
How strong and thin you are
Don't disappear, don't tear...
 
I can't get enough of you (even when you're next to me)
Really can't get enough of you (I don't need anything more)
How strong and thin you are
Don't disappear, don't tear, little thread
 
 

The Ballad of the Hanged

If you arrive to Niolu
you will see a convent,
the ax of time
didn’t delete its crying.
They were about sixty men
with chests oppressed by the terror.
 
After being tortured
by the executioners, what a massacre!
several were hanged:
there was a boy,
they tore him apart
with a wheel and a knife.
 
Nowadays, in Corsica,
pay attention to it,
there’s still anguish
when Marcu Maria is mentioned.
This was his name,
he was not even fifteen.