Kaláka - Mint észrevétlenül (Radnóti)

[Anusia767]

"....és tudja, nyáron is lehullhat egy levél...

...de megtanulta, hogy fegyver s szerszám a toll..."

[YoungerCsillagpor]

Nem tudja valaki az akkordokat? Nagyon örülnék, ha valaki leírná...:)

[Pusztabereny]

Csoda! Köszönöm!

[szekihu]

-7-

And until he depends on his pen he thinks of childrens/

And there is no arrogance in his heavy heart now./

Because he works for them/

Like the ones who lives in factories which grating sounded by silent dust./

[szekihu]

-5-

He knows a leaf can fall in summer too/

The hot human brain dances and cheats for nothing/

And everything measured after its living./

He can't be sport champion or a wandering sailor./

-6-

But he learned the pen can be weapon or tool/

And it can be neckbreaking too if the lyre tinkes worthy/

And he can travel anywhere in this way too/

where the bare intention lives and the adventure burns./

[szekihu]

-3-

But sometimes he earns money like a grownup/

Translates to order, sells his poems/

Makes contracts, counts and protests/

And he can make his living by some extra money./

-4-

He don't wink to the fortune because he knows it doesn't matter/

The favourite of this lady will be who arrived in proper time/

Now his favouries the poppy and the purple fleshed cherry/

Instead of honey and walnut which charmes the sad youngsters./

[szekihu]

---Miklós Randnóti: Like inconspicuously--- -1- The man fall asleep so inconspicuously/ Like fall from the youth to manhood./ Now he has past and he sits facing serious grogs/ And more friends became fathers around him./ -2- He used to visited by father and son/ and the boy became the one who understands him much better/ who understands the adventures of his wild heart/ and they cheat the swinging time on the floor./

[szekihu]

His last one:

"I fell next to him. His body rolled over. / It was tight as a string before it snaps. / Shot in the back of the head 'This is how / you'll end.' 'Just lie quietly,' I said to myself. / Patience flowers into death now. / 'Der springt noch auf' I heard above me. / Dark filthy blood was drying on my ear." (Razglednicas, part 4)

[Alterverse]

Thank you so much! I think I already know this song by heart. Even though probably no translation can do the original justice, it's nice to finally be able to understand the lyrics :) They are indeed beautiful. Thank you again.

[szekihu]

You're welcome... :)

[Alterverse]

The Hungarian language sounds incredibly beautiful in this song...

[szekihu]

I hope somebody will translate it to you. Not only the sound but the meaning is very beautiful.

[Alterverse]

A translation would be very welcome. Could you do it? :)

[szekihu]

As I suspected! :) I try it but it will be a very free translation. First of all: about the poet. Miklós Radnóti was killed at the age of thirty-five during World War II on a forced march toward Germany. After the war Radnóti's last poems, written in a notebook during the march, were discovered from the mass grave in which he was buried.

[judelek]

na ez nagyon megtetszett..szólj, ha már nem bírod ki, hogy ne küldd át..(: