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Zabic kota
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22-03-2010 8:21pm#1
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Hi there,
I couldn't find this lyrics in English, anyone can help translating?
Thanks a lot:
Zabić kota
Kota schwytaliśmy w kącie śmietnika
Łeb mu wcisnąłem w mokrą grudę żwiru
Dziesięcioletni mój przyjaciel Świrus
Wstrzymując oddech - użył scyzoryka.
Zwierzak się szarpał, krew wsiąkała w żwir,
Fruwała w kłakach wystraszona sierść.
Rozwarła się pod ostrzem kocia pierś
W łysiny płuc i śliski kiszek wir.
Wiotczał pod dłonią protest żywych sił
Łomotał w sercu zachwycony lęk,
Aż o żywotach kota dziewięciu przesąd pękł
W cynobry nerwów i błękity żył.
Takie wspomnienie nić pamięci mota.
Świrus chirurgiem został, znanym w kraju
I wie, gdzie życia kończy się istota;
Ja piszę wiersze o śmierci Rodzaju...
Wiele zawdzięcza ludzkość męce kota
Why do you want this translated?
Sorry I wanted to help, but I wont waste my time on something that stupid. (this is about killing cat)
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So, this is something like this:
"
To kill the cat
We catched a cat in garbage corner
I pressed his head into wet lump of gravel
My ten years old friend Swirus (jerk?)
Holding his breath used a pocket knife.
Pet was struggling, blood soaked into sand (gravel again)
Scared fur flying in tufts.
Cats chest got opened under the blade
Into naked lungs and slippery guts. "
-absolutely makes me feel sick.
and I dont get whats the point of this kind of "poetry" will finish rest tomorrow
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I think thats partly because of my poor translation..
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here something nicer about cats :
A Cat in an Empty Apartment
Wislawa Szymborska
Die? One does not do that to a cat.
Because what's a cat to do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls.
Caress against the furniture.
It seems that nothing has changed here,
but yet things are different.
Nothing appears to have been relocated,
yet everything has been shuffled about.
The lamp no longer burns in the evenings.
Footsteps can be heard on the stairway,
but they're not the ones.
The hand which puts the fish on the platter
is not the same one which used to do it.
Something here does not begin
at its usual time.
Something does not happen quite
as it should
Here someone was and was,
then suddenly disappeared
and now is stubbornly absent. All the closets were peered into.
The shelves were walked through.
The rug was lifted and examined.
Even the rule about not scattering
papers was violated.
What more is to be done?
Sleep and wait.
Let him return,
at least make a token appearance.
Then he'll learn
that one shouldn't treat a cat like this.
He will be approached
as though unwillingly,
slowly,
on very offended paws.
With no spontaneous leaps or squeals
-and song about beeing "slav soul" :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05X6g_QnBtM&feature=related
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-or what you think about this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oG6pEolAKm8&feature=related
?
I know its important to understand lyric ,but you feel music without this as well. I remember beeing teenager and crying with so english song (I didnt know english yet)
Anyway I just thought I would like to hear polish without understanding it. I wonder how does it sound!
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I guess everyone has a different sensitivity to different things and as I could understand art -poems ,songs about death about murder etc ,like this for example by Charles Baudelaire :
The Carcass
Remember that object we saw, dear soul,
In the sweetness of a summer morn:
At a bend of the path a loathsome carrion
On a bed with pebbles strewn,
With legs raised like a lustful woman,
Burning and sweating poisons,
It spread open, nonchalant and scornful,
Its belly, ripe with exhalations.
The sun shone onto the rotting heap,
As if to bring it to the boil,
And tender a hundredfold to vast Nature
All that together she had joined;
And the sky watched that superb carcass
Like a flower blossom out.
The stench was so strong that on the grass
You thought you would pass out.
Flies hummed upon the putrid belly,
Whence larvae in black battalions spread
And like a heavy liquid flowed
Along the tatters deliquescing.
All together it unfurled, and rose like a wave
And bubbling it sprang forth;
One might have believed that, with a faint breath filled,
The body, multiplying, lived.
And this world gave out a strange music
Like of running water and of wind,
Or of grain in a winnow
Rhythmically shaken and tossed.
Form was erased and all but a vision,
A sketch slow to take shape
On a forgotten canvas, which the artist finishes
From memory alone.
Behind the rocks a fretting bitch
Looked at us with fierce mien
Anxious to retrieve from the corpse
A morsel that she had dropped.
Yet to this rot you shall be like,
To this horrid corruption,
Star of my eyes, sun of desire,
You, my angel and my passion!
Yes, such you shall be, you, queen of all graces,
After the last sacraments,
When you go beneath the grass and waxy flowers,
To mold among the skeletons.
Then, oh my beauty! You must tell the vermin,
As it eats you up with kisses,
That I have preserved the form and essence divine
Of my decayed loves.
- I dont get the point of writing the song about killing cat. 0 -
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