lift the wings… and fly to your imaginary world…

Relax:

Song: Riverdance – Lift The Wings
Why?: Pentru ca e cel mai frumos sentiment… acela de liniste sufleteasca si de relaxare (de multe ori asa simtim adevarata fericire). Dupa cum v-am promis am postat o melodie celtica. Cel putin intr-o masura e celtica pentru ca nu are versuri in “irlandeza veche” sau, cum mai foloseste si Enya ca limba in melodiile sale, Quenya (one of the languages spoken by the Elves). Desi melodia mea preferata de la cei de la Riverdance este Shivna, am ales acest cantec pentru ca are versuri in engleza si pot fi intelese. Spune ceva de natura… toate melodiile celtice spun cate ceva de natura. Poate asta este cauza pentru care este unul din stilurile mele favorite ale muzicii, ca iubesc natura si melodiile astea o pun de multe ori pe primul loc ca spatiu de a evada de rautatea pe care lumea asta ne-o ofera cateodata. V-as mai spune si cum am devenit eu fan de muzica celtica insa m-as abate de la subiect si daca postul e prea lung nu mai e asa de atractiv. Sper sa va placa ce v-am oferit si astazi si astept pareri.

Lyrics:

How can the small flowers grow,
If the wild winds blow,
And the cold snow is all around?

Where will the frail birds fly,
If their homes on high,
Have been torn down to the ground?

Lift the wings,
That carry me away from here and,
Fill the sail,
That breaks the line to home.
But when I’m miles and miles apart from you,
I’m beside you, when I think of you,
a Stóirín, a Grá

How can a tree stand tall,
If the rain won’t fall,
To wash its branches down?

How can a heart survive,
Can it stay alive,
If its love’s denied for long?

Lift the wings,
That carry me away from here and,
Fill the sail,
That breaks the line to home.
But when I’m miles and miles apart from you,
I’m beside you, when I think of you,
a Stóirín,
And I’m with you as I dream of you,
a Stóirín,
And a song will bring you near to me,
a Stóirín, a Grá