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Tereza Kesovija "Arlecchino" lírica

Traducción al: EN RU

Kao vedra humoreska,
nemirnim se morem ljeska
život ovaj kao brod.
Tiskaju se na te daske
vesele i tužne maske,
čitav jedan ljudski rod.

A ti igraj gdje te stave,
prevrni se preko glave
i namiguj na nas fino,
tužni, dobri Arlecchino!

REF
Arlecchino, Arlecchino, Arlecchino.......
Crno s bijelim kad se miješa,
ti nas hrabriš, daješ smješak
i opijaš kao vino,
Arlecchino, Arlecchino, Arlecchino!

I na naše već su glave,
htjeli da sa maskom stave
svoje lice ljudi zli,
da smo i mi nalik svakom,
tko je ohol, tko je lakom,
da smo i mi poput njih.

Al' k'o joker za sve muke,
ti nas vodiš ispod ruke,
kroz djetinjstvo lako, fino,
tužni, dobri Arlecchino!

Ref.

Brod se njiše, more pljuska,
orahova naša ljuska
nosi život, nosi sne,
bezbroj hridi na nas vreba,
nisu uvijek modra neba,
nije uvijek lijepo sve.

Al' k'o vedri dah života,
ti nas krijepiš glazbom nota,
k'o gitara i pianino,
tužni, dobri Arlecchino!

Ref.

Like a bright humoresque,
This life shines through restless sea
As if it were a boat.
Jolly and sad masks
Shove themselves upon this boards,
A whole human race.

And you play there where they put you,
Roll over your head
And wink at us nicely,
Sad, good old Harlequin!

(Chorus)
Harlequin, Harlequin, Harlequin...
When black mixes with white,
You brave us, give us a smile
And you intoxicate us like vine,
Harlequin, Harlequin, Harlequin!

And on our heads too,
They wantd to put their faces
On the masks, evil people,
So we would resemble anyone
Who is vain, who is greedy,
So we'd also be like them.

But like a joker for all hardships,
You take us by the hand,
Through our childhood lightly, nicely,
Sad, good old Harlequin!

(Chorus)

The boat sways, sea splashes,
Our nutshell
Carries life, it carries dreams,
Numerous rifts prey upon us,
The skies are not always blue,
Everything is not always pretty.

But like a bright breath of life,
You nourish us by music notes,
Like a guitar and a pianino,
Sad, good old Harlequin!

(Chorus)