ANA Pək cocuğdum, yerə gömdülər səni, Həyata qanadsız atdılar məni. Bax, necə pozulub ömür gülşəni, Həyat sənsiz mənə zindandır, ana! Qoynunda bəslənir gözəl diləklər, Layiqdir səcdəyə sənə mələklər, Nerdəsən, gözlərim həp səni bəklər, Bax evladın nasıl giryandır, ana! Sən bir günəş idin, doğdum da, batdın, Yazıq evladını qəmlərə atdın. Bir cavab ver, hanki murada çatdın Torpaqlarda neçə zamandır, ana! Bir ah çəksəm sənsiz, qopmazmı tufan? Əzizim anacan, gözüm anacan! Yumuq gözlərini aç da bir oyan, Şimdi zaman başqa zamandır, ana! Yıxılıb payinə öpmək istərəm, Analıq mehrini görmək istərəm, Səni görmək üçün ölmək istərəm, Təsəlim ah ilə fəğandır, ana! 1927
O Tejo é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia, Mas o Tejo não é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia Porque o Tejo não é o rio que corre pela minha aldeia.
O Tejo tem grandes navios E navega nele ainda, Para aqueles que vêem em tudo o que lá não está, A memória das naus. O Tejo desce de Espanha E o Tejo entra no mar em Portugal. Toda a gente sabe isso. Mas poucos sabem qual é o rio da minha aldeia E para onde ele vai E donde ele vem. E por isso porque pertence a menos gente, É mais livre e maior o rio da minha aldeia.
Pelo Tejo vai-se para o Mundo. Para além do Tejo há a América E a fortuna daqueles que a encontram. Ninguém nunca pensou no que há para além Do rio da minha aldeia.
O rio da minha aldeia não faz pensar em nada. Quem está ao pé dele está só ao pé dele.
Suzanne by Leonard Cohen Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
THE DOORS "The End" This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die
You arise beauteous in the horizon of the heavens Oh living Aten who creates life. When you shine forth in the Eastern horizon you fill every land with your beauty. You are so beautiful: you are great; gleaming and high over every land. Your rays embrace the lands and all you have created; You are Re and reach out to all your creations, and hold them for your beloved Son. You are afar, but your rays touch the earth; Men see you, but know not your ways.
When you set in the Western horizon of the sky The earth is in darkness like the dead. People sleep in their rooms with covered heads; They do not see each other. If all their possessions were stolen They would know it not. Every lion leaves its lair; All snakes bite; Darkness covers all. The world is silent For the creator rests in his horizon.
When you rise from the horizon the earth grows bright; You shine as the Aten in the sky and drive away the darkness; When your rays gleam forth, the whole of Egypt is festive. People wake and stand on their feet For you have lifted them up. They wash their limbs and take up their clothes and dress; They raise their arms to you in adoration.
Then the whole of the land does its work; All cattle enjoy their pastures, Trees and plants grow green, Birds fly up from their nests And raise their wings in praise of your spirit. Goats frisk on their feet, And all fluttering and flying things come alive Because you shine on them. Boats sail up and downstream, All ways are opened because you have appeared. The fish in the river leap up to you Your rays are in the deep of the sea.
You are the creator of the issue in woman, The seed in men; You give life to the son in his mother's womb Soothing him so he does not cry Oh nurse within the womb.
You give the breath of life to all your creations From the day they are born. You open their mouths and give them sustenance. To the chick that cries "tweet" while still in the egg You give breath in the shell to let him live, And make the time for him to break the shell And come out of the egg at the moment for him to chirp And patter on his two feet.
How manifold are your works: they are secret from our sight Oh unique god, no other is like you. You made the earth after your own heart When you were alone. All men, herds And flocks, all on the earth that goes on its feet; and all that is in the sky and flies with its wings. The land of Egypt, the foreign lands of Syria and Nubia too - You put every man in his place and fulfil his needs; Each one with his sustenance and the days of his life counted, Their language is different, And they look different; Their complexions are different, For you have distinguished the nations. You make the seasons to bring into being all your creatures; Winter to cool them, And the heat of summer to come from you. You have made the sky afar off So when you rise you can see all you have made. You alone rise in the form of the living Aten Shining afar, yet close at hand. You make millions of forms out of you alone, Towns and villages, fields, roads and river. All eyes see you before them For you are the Aten of the day, over all the earth.
You are in my heart and none other knows thee But your son "Akhenaten"; You have given him understanding of your designs and your power. The people of the world are in your hand Just as you have created them. All men since you have made the earth you have raised for your son Who came forth from your body, The King of Egypt who lives in truth, Lord of Diadems, Akhenaten, whose life is long: And for his beloved wife Mistress of Two Lands, NefernefruatenNefertiti May she live and flourish in eternity.
Akhenaten (pronounced /ˌɑːkəˈnɑːtən/;[1] often also spelled Echnaton, Akhnaton, or rarely Ikhnaton; meaning Effective spirit of Aten) was known before the fifth year of his reign as Amenhotep IV (sometimes given its Greek form, Amenophis IV, and meaning Amun is Satisfied), a Pharaoh of the Eighteenth dynasty of Egypt, ruled for 17 years and died in 1336 BC or 1334 BC. He is especially noted for abandoning traditional Egyptian polytheism and introducing worship centered on the Aten, which is sometimes described as monotheistic or henotheistic. An early inscription likens him to the sun as compared to stars, and later official language avoids calling the Aten a god, giving the solar deity a status above mere gods.
