El rincón de Juan

[obi-wan]

пре 8 часа, Paradoksologija рече

Па реално, има те у три лица укупно... 

A zar tebe nema? Mislio sam da smo svi tak`i... 

[obi-wan]

пре 10 часа, uros рече

Ima i u starom svetu; behold drevni Jerevan jermenski, a u pozadini Ararat na koji se nasukao Noje sa svojom barkom

 

E vidis, ovde ima jedna vrlo bitna stvar, za mene je to - sto bi kaz`li Englezi - "point of no return": Vidis Jerevan, ravno k`o tepsija, a pozadi planine; medjutim, Pitsburg je sav u pobrdjima i brdima, a to je VELIKA razlika, tj. ovo drugo mi je omiljena kombinacija... 

[Juanito]

пре 15 минута, obi-wan рече

E vidis, ovde ima jedna vrlo bitna stvar, za mene je to - sto bi kaz`li Englezi - "point of no return": Vidis Jerevan, ravno k`o tepsija, a pozadi planine; medjutim, Pitsburg je sav u pobrdjima i brdima, a to je VELIKA razlika, tj. ovo drugo mi je omiljena kombinacija... 

Портланд, не Питцбург?

[Милан Ракић]

пре 1 минут, Juanito рече

Портланд, не Питцбург?

генералу челик као стратешки материјал, стално у мислима...

[Justin Waters]

@Juanito Kako sad stvari stoje, vidim da u Holandijama i generalno tim sjevernjackim drzavama nemaju muziku za dusu?

[Juanito]

Управо сада, Justin Waters рече

@Juanito Kako sad stvari stoje, vidim da u Holandijama i generalno tim sjevernjackim drzavama nemaju muziku za dusu?

Па слабо изгледа. Ако је некоме нешто познато, вољан сам да чујем.

Мада имају појединаца који осете, разумеју и сјајно изводе музику за душу из других крајева света.

[Justin Waters]

пре 1 минут, Juanito рече

Па слабо изгледа. Ако је некоме нешто познато, вољан сам да чујем.

Мада имају појединаца који осете, разумеју и сјајно изводе музику за душу из других крајева света.

Pa da standardno kao i svagdje ima ljudi koji razumiju pojave koje nisu tipicne za lokalno podnevlje. To je vrlo zanimljiva pojava. Uglavnom takva vrsta muzike dolazi iz toplijih krajeva, standardno mediteran i bliski regioni, buzuki, sevdah, starogradske, fado, razne turske i arapske izvedbe itd...pa latinoamericki region, Afrika. Izuzetak je jedino sto sam cuo par ruskih starih izvedbi koje onako zvuce duboko dusevno. Ali Rusija je konglomerat raznih naroda, pa je to vjerovatno razlog. 

[Милан Ракић]

пре 3 минута, Juanito рече

Па слабо изгледа. Ако је некоме нешто познато, вољан сам да чујем.

Мада имају појединаца који осете, разумеју и сјајно изводе музику за душу из других крајева света.

Брат Јост вади просек... Није к`о Заим, ал` добро је.

[obi-wan]

1 hour ago, Juanito рече

Портланд, не Питцбург?

Multitasking gone wrong... 

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[Paradoksologija]

пре 2 часа, obi-wan рече

A zar tebe nema? Mislio sam da smo svi tak`i... 

Samo retki koriste za sebe sva tri lica jednine... Me, Myself and I

Mora da je to na umu imala Emily Dickinson:

Me from Myself—to banish—
Had I Art—
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart—

But since Myself—assault Me—
How have I peace
Except by subjugating
Consciousness?

And since We're mutual Monarch
How this be
Except by Abdication—
Me—of Me? 

 

 

 

[obi-wan]

пре 13 минута, Paradoksologija рече

Samo retki koriste za sebe sva tri lica jednine... Me, Myself and I

Mora da je to na umu imala Emily Dickinson:

Me from Myself—to banish—
Had I Art—
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart—

But since Myself—assault Me—
How have I peace
Except by subjugating
Consciousness?

And since We're mutual Monarch
How this be
Except by Abdication—
Me—of Me?

...

...

 

[Juanito]

Кад смо код северно-европске музике за душу, споменух пре пар страна један национално мешовити бенд који свира ”народну” музику из разних делова света. Имају и две севдалинке у репертоару. Челисткиња је са Исланда, сјајно свира и пева ухватила је емоцију севдалинке одлично. Бејасмо на мини концерту у неком пабу и тако на ред дође песма са Исланда, успаванка. Звучи онако баш јако, величанствено, имаш осећај као да те бацакају около хладни таласи Северног мора док слушаш. Али прави шок је уследио кад је изрецитовала превод на енглеском. Нешто вако иде: ”Спавај ми детенце моје, прекриће те таласи, заспаћеш и никада се више нећеш пробудити...”

[Paradoksologija]

Ima neki link za tu uspavanku?

[Juanito]

пре 27 минута, Paradoksologija рече

Ima neki link za tu uspavanku?

У њихвом извођењу:

https://tourlou.bandcamp.com/track/sof-u

Цитат

It gets worse. Eygló Svala Arnarsdóttir, who explored the country’s long history of macabre bedtime songs in the Icelandic Review, wrote about what is considered the country’s most beautiful lullaby, “Sofdu unga ástin mín” (“Sleep my young darling”). It was written as part of a play about a famous outlaw. The lullaby is sung by the outlaw’s wife to her newborn, before she throws the baby into a waterfall to go on the lam with her husband.

Sofdu lengi, sofdu rótt, seint mun best ad vakna. Maedan kenna mun thér fljótt, medan hallar degi skjótt. Ad mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna.

Sleep long, sleep tight, it is best to wake up late. The hardship will teach you soon, while the day turns to night, that people feel love, loss, sadness and longing.

https://qz.com/470760/these-icelandic-lullabies-are-absolutely-terrifying/

Још је грђе него што сам мислио... 

[Juanito]

Коментар:

Цитат

The last one is actually three verses long (you posted the last verse). Here is the rest:

Sofðu unga ástin mín, úti regnið grætur.
Mamma geymir gullin þín, gamla leggi og völuskrín.
Við skulum ekki vaka um dimmar nætur.

Það er margt sem myrkrið veit, minn er hugur þungur.
Oft ég svarta sandinn leit, svíða grænan engireit.
Í jöklinum hljóða dauðadjúpa sprungur.

Sofðu lengi, sofðu rótt, seint mun best að vakna,
Mæðan kenna mun þér fljótt, meðan hallar degi skjótt,
að mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna.

Sleep, my young love, outside the rain is howling.
Mama will keep your things, your old leg-bones and your toy chest.
We should not be awake on a dark night.

There is much the darkness knows, my mind is heavy.
Often I saw black sands burning green meadows.
In the glacier are silent cracks as deep as death.

Sleep long, sleep soundly, it is best to wake up late.
Hardships will teach you as soon as day breaks
That all people love, lose, cry, and pine.

The leg bones are not the baby's legs... they're sheep bones that were used as toys back when there weren't exactly toy stores along Laugavegi or even any such street as Laugavegur yet. And a völuskrín is a box (skrín) to hold a sheep's heel bone (vala), also a toy.

Back in the day, Iceland was not the modern, open society we know now. Life was hard, and rules were strict, and punishments were severe. The child of criminals would have been raised as a niðursetningur - a ward of the government, sent to live on a farm as little more than a slave, while the government paid a small subsidy to the farm owner. Also, if you were an illegitimate child, your mother (but not your father—sigh) would be punished dramatically. So the custom of bera út — of throwing a baby over the cliff — came into practice. When Iceland converted to Christianity in the year 1000, bera út was one of three practices that were grandfathered in (the others were flesh-cutting as part of a blót, or ritual, and the eating of horse meat).

There's another Icelandic lullaby that deals with bera út, called Móðir mín í kví-kví (mother of mine in the sheep pen). The back story is that a mother who has born a child outside of marriage threw her child over the cliff. Then some time later she was in the sheep pen complaining to someone that there was a village festival and she had nothing to wear. She —and only she — heard a thin, reedy voice on the wind, singing:

Móðir mín í kví kví,
Kvíddú ekki því, því.
Ég skal ljá þér duluna mína,
Duluna mína að dansa í.

Mother of mine in the sheep pen,
Don't worry yourself at all.
I shall loan you my rags,
My rags for you to dance in.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/jacob-geers/2015/08/here-are-lullabies-from-iceland-that-will-scare-you-into-tears/