La om del anio pasada
Last Year’s Man, par Leonard Cohen, 1970
Adatada de engles par Michel Gaillard
La pluve cade sur el, la om del anio pasada
Sur la table, un arpa de boca; un lapis en sua mano
La angulos de sua paje enrola, erodeda
La puntos de la spinos silueta sur la lenio
E la lucarna es como un pel de tambur, per sempre creveda
E tota la pluve cade sur la obras del om del anio pasada
That’s a Jew’s harp on the table, that’s a crayon in his hand
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
Far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw shadows on the wood
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I’ll never mend
And all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year’s man
Me ia encontra un dama juante con sua soldatos
A cadun el debe dise sua nom: “Joana de Arc”
Me ia es en esta armada, me ia resta per alga tempo
Grasias a tu, Joana, per cura me tan bon
An si me porta un uniforma, me no es fada per combate
Tota esta jovenes ferida, a tera… Bon note, amis, bon note
Oh, one by one she had to tell them that her name was Joan of Arc
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc, for treating me so well
And though I wear a uniform, I was not born to fight
All these wounded boys you lie beside, goodnight, my friends, goodnight
Me ia veni a un rituo de sposi manejada par du vea familias
Betlehem — la sposo nova; Babilon — la sposa
Babilon, ela sta ala, nuda, tremante per me
E Betlehem inflama nos como un timida a un orjia
E cuando nos cade en junta, nosa carne es como un velo
cual me debe aparta per vide la serpente uroboro
Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me
And Bethlehem inflamed us both like the shy one at some orgy
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
That I had to draw aside to see the serpent eat its tail
Alga femes espeta Jesus, alga otras espeta Cain
Alora me vade a mea altar, me brandi mea axa denova
E me gida acel ci trova me a do tota ia comensa,
cuando Jesus ia es luna de miel, e Cain apena umana
E nos leje en biblias religada con sangue e con pel
ce la deserto recolie denova tota sua enfantes
So I hang upon my altar and I hoist my axe again
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
When Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
That the wilderness is gathering all its children back again
La pluve cade sur el, la om del anio pasada
Un ora, ja, ia pasa… sua mano no ia move
Ma tota cosa va aveni si el espresa la Parola:
la amores vade a leva, la montes va colasa
Ma la lucarna es como un pel de tambur, per sempre creveda
e tota la pluve cade sur la obras del om del anio pasada
An hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand
But everything will happen if he only gives the word
The lovers will rise up and the mountains touch the ground
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I’ll never mend
And all the rain falls down, amen, on the works of last year’s man