Txoria txori - Pájaro - Birdy bird

Inmerso en la nostalgia, pues, no puedo sino subir aquí esta canción de Mikel Laboa de un poema de Josean Artze, una de las letras más bonitas que recuerdo.

One of most beautiful basque poem and song I remember.








TXORIA TXORI
Hegoak ebaki banizkio,
nerea izango zen,
ez zuen aldegingo.
Bainan honela
ez zen gehiago txoria izango
eta nik… txoria nuen maite.

PÁJARO, PÁJARO
Si le cortara las alas
sería mío,
no se escaparía.
Pero de ese modo
no sería más un pájaro.
Y lo que yo amaba era al pájaro

BIRDY, BIRD
If I cut his wings
It would be mine,
It won’t escape.
But thus would no longer be a bird.
And what I loved was the bird

Nostalgia del tiempo pasado

Hoy he comprado este disco en CD (lo tuve en cinta hace muchos años), y me he puesto nostálgico de mi juventud. Pasa el tiempo, como dice la canción.

TIME (by Roger Waters - THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON - Pink Floyd 1973)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.