Love is all Around
written by Reg Presley (The Troggs)
http://www.my-generation.org.uk/ivor.htm
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
The love that's all around me
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show.
You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginning, there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things you said
You gave your promise to me
and I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me
in everything I do
You know I love you…
It's written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it...
L’Amor és per tot arreu.
(Below, a pretty translation, line by line)
El noto als dits (de les mans),
el noto als dits (dels peus)
l’amor que m’envolta,
i la sensació encara creix.
Està escrit en el vent,
És arreu on vaig.
Així que, si de debò m’estimes,
au, que es vegi! (“deixa’l que es vegi”)
Saps que t’estimo, sempre t’estimaré.
Ho dic tal i com ho sento.
No hi ha començament ni hi haurà fi,
Perquè del meu amor te’n pots refiar.
Veig la teva cara davant meu,
estirat al llit.
No paro de pensar
en tot el que m’has dit.
Tu em vas fer una promesa,
i jo te’n vaig fer una a tu.
Yo necessito algú a la vora
en tot el que faig.
Saps que t’estimo, …
Està escrit en el vent.
Oh, arreu on vaig.
Així que, si de debò m’estimes,
au, que es vegi!
Au, deixa’l…
Hello, goodbye – The Beatles
You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
[ Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello ] (x 2)
I say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don't know
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
[ Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello ] (x 2)
Why, why, why, why, why, why
Do you say good bye
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
[ Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello ] (x 2)
(Repeat the first part, please)
[ Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello ] (x 3) Hello!
[ Hela, heba helloa ] (x n)
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/paul-mccartney/105552.html
You say yes, I say no, you say stop, and I say go, go, go
Oh no - you say goodbye, and I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
I say high, you say low, you say why, and I say I don’t know - oh
Oh no - you say goodbye, and I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
Why, why, why, why, why do you say goodbye, goodbye - wow
Oh no - you say goodbye, and I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
You say yes, I say no, you say stop, and I say go, go, go
Oh no - you say goodbye, and I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello, hello - I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello - hello
Hey-la, he-be hello
Hey-la, he-be hello
Hey-la, he-be hello
Hey-la, he-be hello
Hey-la, he-be hello – ah
Stay Stay
Music and lyrics by Maurice Williams. That’s just a translation. Don’t try to sing it!
As performed by Jackson Browne in Running on Empty
http://lyrics.duble.com/

People, stay just a little bit longer Gent, esteu-vos-hi una miqueta més.
We want to play--just a little bit longer Volem tocar una miqueta més.

Now the promoter don't mind Ara al promotor no li fa res,

And the union don't mind i a la Unió no li fa res,
If we take a little time si ens agafem una mica més de temps.
And we leave it all behind I si ens ho fotem tot a l’esquena
and sing one more song. i cantem una cançó més.

Oh won't you stay just a little bit longer Oh, no us hi estaríeu una miqueta més?
Please, please, please say you will Si us plau, si’s plau, si’s plau digueu sí,
Say you will digueu que us hi estaríeu.

Oh won't you stay just a little bit longer Oh, no us hi estaríeu una miqueta més?
Oh please, please stay just a little bit more Oh, si us plau, si’s plau esteu-vos hi una miqueta més.

Now the promoter don't mind Ara al promotor no li fa res,

And the roadies don't mind i a l’equip de muntatge no li fa res,
If we take a little time si ens agafem una mica més de temps.
And we leave it all behind I ens ho fotem tot a l’esquena
and sing one more song i cantem una cançó més.
Blowin’ in the wind
Bob Dylan, 1963
http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/blowin.html
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Bufant en el vent
(Another pretty Say-Hello-Corner’s translation)
Quantes carreteres ha de recórrer un home
abans que el tinguis per un home?
Sí, i quants mars ha de navegar un colom blanc
abans de (poder) dormir a la sorra.
Sí, i quants cops han de volar les bombes
abans que siguin prohibides per sempre?
La resposta, amic meu, bufa en el vent,
la resposta bufa en el vent.
Quants anys pot existir una muntanya
abans de ser arrossegada cap el mar?
Sí, i quants anys pot viure la gent
abans que se li permeti ser lliure?
Sí, i quants cops pot un home girar el cap,
fent veure que no hi veu?
La resposta, amic meu, bufa en el vent,
la resposta bufa en el vent.
Quants cops un home ha de mirar enlaire
abans de poder veure el cel?
Sí, i quantes orelles ha de tenir un home
abans que pugui sentir plorar la gent.
Sí, i quantes morts hi haurà d’haver abans no sàpiga
que ha mort massa gent?
La resposta, amic meu, bufa en el vent,
la resposta bufa en el vent.
PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON
Leonard Lipton/ Peter Yarrow
http://www.peterpaulandmary.com/
Read http://www.tsimon.com/puff.htm, please.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,
and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy
stuff. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his
name. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon...
A dragon lives forever but not so little girls and little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon...
PAF, EL DRAC MÀGIC
(Our unsingable translation, as usual).
Paf, el drac màgic, vivia pel mar,
i s’enjogassava en la boira tardorenca d’un país anomenat Honah
Lee (Honalí, amb “h” aspirada).
A en Jaumet Paperet li agradava aquest Paf patoller,
i li duia cordills i cera (de precintar) i altres coses fantàstiques.
Paf, el drac màgic, vivia pel mar,
i s’enjogassava en la boira tardorenca d’un país anomenat Honah
Lee.
(bis)
Tots junts viatjarien en un bot amb la vela inflada;
En Jaumet guaitava, ajocat a la cua gegantina d’en Paf.
Nobles, reis i prínceps feien reverències sempre que venien,
els vaixells pirates abatrien bandera quan Paf els bramava el seu
nom.
Un dragó viu per sempre, però no pas els nens i les nenes;
les ales pintades i els anells gegants van deixar lloc a altres
joguines.
Una nit grisa va succeir: en Jaumet Paperet no va venir més.
I Paf, aquest imponent drac, va aturar el seu aterridor bramar.
El seu cap s’acotà de tristesa, caigueren escates verdes com pluja,
Paf no va anar més a jugar al llarg del carreró dels cirerers.
Sens el seu amic de tota la vida, Paf no podia ser valent.
I així, aquell imponent drac, es deixà lliscà tristament dins la seva
cova.
IMAGINE
John Lennon
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say…
IMAGINA’T
(Below, our roughly useful translation)
Imagina’t que no hi ha Cel,
és fàcil si ho intentes,
cap Infern sota nostre,
damunt nostre només el cel.
Imagina’t tothom
Vivint per a avui…
Imagina’t que no hi ha països,
no és difícil de fer;
cap cosa per la qual matar o morir
i tampoc cap religió.
Imagina’t tothom
vivint la vida en pau…
Pots dir que sóc un sommiador,
però no sóc pas l’únic.
Espero que algun dia t’afegiràs a nosaltres
i el món serà com un sol home(/dona ;-p)
Imagina’t que no hi ha possessions (=propietat privada),
jo al·lucino, si pots;
ni cobdícia ni gana,
una fraternitat (de l’home)
Imagina’t tothom
Compartint tot el món…
Pots dir…
THE MARVELOUS TOY
Tom Paxton
When I was just a wee little lad,
Full of health and joy,
My father homeward came one night
And gave to me a toy.
A wonder to behold it was
With many colors bright
And the moment I laid eyes on it,
It became my heart's delight.
Refrain:
It went "Zip" when it moved and "Pop" when it stopped,
"Whirrr" when it stood still
I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.
The first time that I picked it up
I had a big surprise
Cause right on the bottom were two big buttons
That looked like big green eyes
I first pushed one and then the other,
Then I twisted its lid
And when I set it down again, here is what it did:
(Refrain)
It first marched left, and then marched right
And then marched under a chair
And when I looked where it had gone
It wasn't even there
L’ESTRANYA JOGUINA
(another just-for-Hello-Corner translation)
Quan jo era un tendre nen petit,
ple de salut i alegria,
mon pare tornà a casa de la feina un vespre
i em va donar una joguina.
Era una meravella per a ser vista,
amb brillantor de tants colors;
i des del moment en què vaig posar-hi els ulls a sobre
es va convertir en l… del meu cor.
Tornada:
Feia “zip” quan es movia i “Pop” quan s’aturava,
“Whirrr” quan s’estava quiet;
Mai he sabut què era i segur que mai ho sabré.
El primer cop que el vaig agafar
vaig tenir una gran sorpresa,
perquè a sota hi tenia dos grans botons
que semblaven uns grans ulls verds.
Primer en vaig prémer un i aleshores l’altre,
després li vaig cargolar la tapa
i quan el vaig tornar a deixar, vet aquí què va fer:
(Tornada)
Primer va anar cap a l’esquerra, i aleshores a la dreta,
I aleshores va anar sota una cadira,
i quan vaig mirar allí on havia anat…
No hi era!
I started to cry, but my daddy laughed
'Cause he knew that I would find,
When I turned around my marvelous toy
Would be chugging from behind.
(Refrain)
The years have gone by too quickly it seems,
I have my own little boy
And yesterday I gave to him
My marvelous little toy:
His eyes nearly popped right out of his head
And he gave a squeal of glee!
Neither one of us knows just what it is
But he loves it just like me!
It still goes... (refrain)
Vaig començar a plorar, però el meu papi reia,
perquè ell sabia que jo el trobaria;
quan vaig donar el tomb, la meva meravellosa joguina
(sortiria) fent txuc-u-txuc del darrera (de la cadira).
(Tornada)
Els anys sembla que passen massa de pressa,
Jo tinc el meu propi nen petit,
i ahir li vaig donar
la meva meravellosa joguina.
Els seus ulls quasi li sortien del cap
i va fer un crit d’alegria!
ni ell ni jo sabem què és
però ell se l’estima igual que jo!
I encara fa… (tornada)
HOTEL CALIFORNIA - The Eagles (Don Felder-Don Henley-
Glenn Frey)
© 1977 Long Run Music, Fingers Music, W/B Music Corp.,/Asylum
Records:: on their "Hotel California".
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light,
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; I had to stop
for the night.
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself, ‘This could be heaven or this
could be hell’.
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way;
There were voices in the corridor, I thought I heard them
say...
Welcome to the Hotel California,
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here.
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes-Benz
She got a lot pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat,
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, ‘Please bring me my wine’
He said, ‘We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen
sixty-nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them
say...
HOTEL CALIFÒRNIA
Here, our usual “don’t-tell-anyone (please)” translation.
En una fosca i deserta autopista, vent fred al meu cabell,
càlida fortor de colitas aixecant-se a través de l’aire.
Cap allà dalt en la distància, vaig veure una claror tremolosa,
El meu cap es va anar fent pesat i la meva visió, fosca. Havia de
parar a fer nit.
Allí a la porta s’estava ella, vaig sentir la campaneta
I jo rumiava: “Això podria ser el cel, però també l’infern”.
Aleshores, ella va encendre una espelma i em va mostrar el camí.
Hi havia veus al corredor, Em semblava sentir que deien...
Benvingut a l’Hotel California,
un lloc tan amable,
Molt de lloc a l’Hotel California
en qualsevol època de l’any podrà trobar.
Té mentalitat Tiffany, té un Mercedes-Benz,
Té un munt de nois guapos, guapos, al que anomena amics.
Com dancen al pati, dolça suor d’istiu,
uns dancen per recordar, altres per oblidar.
Així que vaig cridar el cambrer, “Si’s plau, portim el vi”
Ell va dir “No n’hem tingut des de mil nou-cents noranta-nou”.
I encara aquelles veus criden des de lluny,
Et desperten al mig de la nit per sentir que diuen...
Welcome to the Hotel California,
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face).
Living it up at the Hotel California,
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis.
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said, ‘We are all just prisoners here, of our own
device’;
And in the master’s chambers, they gathered for the feast.
They stab it with their steely knifes, but they just can’t kill
the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door,
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.
‘Relax’ said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check out anytime you like, but you can never
leave.’
Benvingut a l’Hotel California,
un lloc tan amable,
Vivint-lo a l’Hotel California
quina bonica sorpresa, porta’t les teves coartades.
Miralls al sostre, el champagne rosat amb gel,
i ella va dir “Som tots presoners aquí, del nostre propis plans”;
I a les master’s chambers s’ajuntaven pel festí.
El burxaven amb els seus acerats ganivets, però no podien matar
la bèstia.
L’últim que recordo, corria cap a la porta,
havia de trobar el camí de tornada cap al lloc on era abans.
“Relaxa’t” va dir el vigilant nocturn, “estem programats per a
rebre. Pots pagar el compte quan vulguis, però no pots marxar”.
What's in a kiss Què hi ha en un petó?
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Yes... This is our translation. Don’t worry about it...

What's in a kiss Què hi ha en un petò?

Have you ever wondered just what it is T’has preguntat mai què és (el que hi ha)?
More perhaps than just a moment of bliss Més, potser, que un simple moment d’èxtasi.
Tell me what's in a kiss. Explica’m què hi ha en un petò.

What's in a dream Què hi ha en un somni?

Is it all the things you'd like to have been, És totes les coses que t’agradaria haver estat,
All the places that you haven't yet seen? tots els llocs que t’agradaria haver vist.
Tell me what's in a dream. Explica’m què hi ha en un somni.

I know it's really rather stupid of me Sé que, realment, és més aviat estúpid, per part meva,
But I honestly don't know però, honestament, no ho sé (què hi ha en un somni).
Every time I try to find a solution Cada cop que intento trobar una solució
I'm surprised at how quickly I become so slow. em sorprenc del poc que trigo a tornar-me tant lent.

What's in a kiss... Què hi ha en un petó...

And any time you need a light refreshment I cada cop que necessitis un lleuger aperitiu
Baby you can count on me Baby, pots comptar amb mi.
I am your very own delicatessen Jo sóc la teva pròpia delicatessen
Well equipped to supply you with your every need. Ben assortida per a abastir-te en totes les teves necessitats.

What's in a kiss... Què hi ha en un petó...