Leon Porter | Des-Ses Tan

• Autor: Leon Porter (“leonporter”)
• Tema: Des-Ses Tan
• Data: 2004-08-29 19:13
• Mesaje: 716 (presedente, seguente)

Alo!

Me ia tradui un cantada american en LFN--"Sixteen Tons" per Merle
Travis.  El es supra la vive de un laboror en mina de carbon en la
parte prima de sentenio dodes.  La laborores en mina ia nesesa compra
cada cosa da un boteca vera cara de la compania de mina.  Donce, los
ia es a tota tempo en debe a la compania.

Es multe variantes de esta cantada; me ia usa la variante ce es la
plu familial per me.  Me gusta ce en LFN, es posable manteni la ritmo
e la senti ru de la engles orijinal.  Me pensa ce esta no ta es
posable con un tradui en interlingua! :-)  Asi es la cantada en LFN;
la engles orijinal es a su.

Leon

Des-ses Tan

Los dise ce om es fada da fango.
Ma om povre es fada da musculo e sangue.
Musculo, sangue, oso e pel,
Los dise dorso forte e mente debil.

Me carga des-ses tan, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.

Me ia nase un matina cuando sol no brilia.
Me ia prende pala, vade a su a mina,
Carga des-ses tan de carbon nove,
A ce padron ia cria, "U, bondi me!"

Me carga des-ses tan, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.

Me ia nase un matina cuando pluve negra.
Turba e combatar es me nom media.
Me ia es levada en maras par leon mama;
Me no va slavi per no fema de mod' alta.

Me carga des-ses tan, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.

Si tu vide ce me veni, debe move a lado.
Multe om ci no ia fa es omes matada.
De fero me un punio, d'aser l'otra.
O la destra va crase tu, o la sinistra.

Me carga des-ses tan, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.

Sixteen Tons

Some folks say a man is made outta mud.
But a poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, and skin and bone,
They say a mind that's weak and a back that's strong.

You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I owe my soul to the company store.

I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine.
I picked up my shovel and went down to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal,
Til the straw boss hollered, "Well, bless my soul!"

You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I owe my soul to the company store.

I was born one morning in the drizzling rain.
Fighting and trouble is my middle name.
I was raised in the canebreak by an ol' mama lion.
Won't no high-toned woman make me tow the line.

You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I owe my soul to the company store.

If you see me coming, better step aside.
A lotta men didn't and a lotta men died.
I got one fist of iron, the other's steel.
If the right don't get you, then the left one will.

You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I owe my soul to the company store.